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WEE WISDOM’S WAY 


BY 


MYRTLE FILLMORE 

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With Illustrations by 
Wilmot E. Heitland 


FIFTH EDITION 
ENLARGED AND REVISED 







Gift! 

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22 1922 





DEDICATION 


This little book is lovingly dedicated to my 
three sons, who , during its development , £ep/ me 
close to the child-heart , and vitalized , through 
their personal thought and interest , the characters 
herein presented. 


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INTRODUCTION 


It is with the greatest jo y that I introduce to you, dear readers , 
this ne tv edition of “ Wee Wisdom* s Way." The story , founded 
as it is on fact, has meant so much to my family , as well as to 
many other families of my acquaintance, and, doubtless, to hun- 
dreds whom I do not know, that I ask V ou t° i- a k e it to your 
hearts, learn its wonderful message of love and truth, and accept 
its blessing. 

I have read the story twenty times or more, and have made a 
study of its practical Christianity, and every time I read it, it 
seems more wonderful to me. No matter how much you may 
study or grow in experience, the truths of this little book will seem 
to increase in value more and more. It has the simplicity of 
greatness. 

May the Spirit of Truth bless the message to your use, dear 
readers, and bless the dear lady who has let the glorious Light 
of Truth shine through her mind and life to us. 

Stella J. Paulus. 



CONTENTS 


CHAPTER PAGE 

I AUNT JOY 15 

II THE “LITTLE KNOW” 22 

III THE “LITTLE KNOW” GROWS .... 29 

IV PAPA FORGETS 35 

V BLOSSOMS 40 

VI THE LESSON OF THE VINE 45 

VII SKEPTIC AND SAINT 49 

VIII OUT OF THE SHADOWS 55 

IX MORE BLOSSOMS 60 

X THE DOCTOR’S RETURN 65 

XI A LIVING FAITH 68 

XII WEE WISDOM'S WAY 72 

XIII TRIXIE’S MISSION 75 

XIV TWO LETTERS 81 

XV THE ACCIDENT 87 

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CHAPTER I 
AUNT JOY 

UNT JOY has come back — dear, sweet Aunt Joy 
has come back to us. “Us” means Papa, Mamma, 
Ned, Grace and Trixie — I’m Trixie. Only one year 
ago she had gone abroad, Papa said, “ ’Cause God 
had seen fit to take Uncle Clyde and Baby Guy off 
to heaven to live with him.” So Aunt Joy, all robed 
in blackest black, with such a sad, white face, had gone off to 
find if anything in all this wide, wide world “could take her mind 
off and cure her,” Papa said. 

But now Aunt Joy is back again, all well and dressed in soft, 
pretty colors instead of that nasty black ; sweeter and more loving 
than ever. 

She says she is all ours, and just running over with stories. 
She doesn’t say where she’s been, but Ned says he knows “God’s 
had her somewhere, for she doesn’t seem like folks, and he knows 
if she wanted to, she could just fly away any time.” 

I don’t know just how that could be, but I do know God 
comes and does things like she wants him to. 

Grace has bad dreams and is afraid of the dark. The other 
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in her arms without lighting the gas, and asked, “Why are you 
afraid of the dark?” 

Grace said, “ ’Cause there’s bug’oos in it.’’ 

“Can you see them?’’ 

“No; I just fink ’em.’’ 

“Do they hurt you?’’ 

“No; but I’se ’fraid they will.” 

“Are you afraid now?’* 

“No; ’cause you’re here.” 

“But suppose something ‘scary’ should really come in now, 
what would you do?” 

“Wouldn’t do miffin’, but just keep right in your arms; nuffin’ 
could scare or hurt me ’en.” 

“Why not?” 

“ ’Cause I loves you so, and you loves me and would never, 
never let any fin’ hurt me when you’s here.” 

“Grace, darling, where did you get that love that makes you 
so brave when my arms are about you?” 

“Get it? Why, it just is, isn’t it?” 

“Then, wasn’t it here just the same before I came in?” 

“I didn’t fink ’bout ’at afore, but course I loves you des ’e 
same in ’e other room, but some way it seems dif’nt when I know 
you’s right here wiv me, tho* I can’t see you.” 

“Would you love me any better if the light were here, so you 
could see me?” 

“No, I like it ’is way.” 

“But suppose I lay you down and sit beside you, without 
touching you, and keep so still you cannot even hear me breathe ; 
how would you love me then?” 

“Try it, Aunt Joy; let’s see how it feels.” 


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So Aunt Joy sat there in the dark, all still, till Grace called 
out: “O, Aunt Joy! I know it all now; ’at’s God’s way. He 
keeps out of sight, but he’s right ’ere all ’e time. I never fought 
of it afore. Papa and Mamma always says God’s always ever’- 
where, but I couldn’t *stan’ it afore. Now you’s right ’ere, and I 
can’t see you or feel you or hear you, but — but you’re ’ere des ’e 
same, and I know it. And the bug’oos can’t come, ’cause I know 
it. Why do I know God does ’at way?” 

“My sweet child, you are quick to catch my lesson of the 
dark ; now if you will practice it by going to sleep here in God’s 
arms without me, we will talk it all over tomorrow, and then you 
will understand it better. We have waked up your sister with 
our midnight lesson. Now, shall I kiss you good-night and leave 
you? Can you really trust God to stay and keep off the ‘bug- 
aboos’?” 

Grace decided that she could, and Aunt Joy went back to 
her room. I felt so strangely about her leaving God there, and 
wondered what he’d think if Grace got scared again. 

Pretty soon I heard Grace say, “Dear God, when I said my 
prayers I hope you’ll ’scuse me for d’rectin* ’em to heaven, ’cause 
I didn’t know ’en ’at you’s sure *nuff right ’ere, and I could des 
talk to you and love you same’s Aunt Joy. I know, dear God, 
you never made bug’oos to scare little children; now I know 
you’s ere; ’e dark’s all full of pretty finks, and I fank you, God, 
for feeling so soft and warm,” and then Grace was fast asleep. 

Next morning after prayers, Grace climbed into Papa’s lap 
and whispered something that made Papa look anxious and say, 
“Why, my dear baby, what makes you say such strange things?” 

“Why, Papa,” said Grace in wonder, “didn’t you tell me 
so?” 


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“No, dear.” 

“Papa, don’t you ’member you said lots of times ‘God was 
ever ’where always’?’’ 

“Yes, dear, I said that.’* 

“ ’En what makes you fink it’s funny ’cause He kept off the 
bug’oos last night?*’ 

“O, darling! sometimes when God shows too much attention 
to our loved ones, we fear he is coaxing them away from us.** 

“Why, Papa, I don’t ’stan’ you.** 

“Ask Aunt Joy, then; she can explain to you these things. 
He coaxed her darling boy, just your age, off to heaven with 
him.’’ 

“Why, Aunt Joy, what for? If He’s ’ere all *e time, what 
does he take ’em to heaven to have ’em for?’* 

“He doesn’t, dear,*’ said Aunt Joy. 

“Where is heaven, anyway?’’ asked Grace. 

“Heaven, sweet one,** said Papa, “is where God lives; 
heaven is God’s beautiful home.*’ 

“But, Papa, I don’t ’stan’; didn’t you tell me God was 
always wiv us? How can he be ’ere and ’are, too?*’ 

“Dear child, God is everywhere — in heaven and on earth.’’ 

“ ’En what makes folkses talk ’bout going up to God if God’s 
right ’ere?’’ 

“Well, my baby, you see, up in heaven God has his throne; 
the angels are there, and when people die and go up there, they 
are never sick or sad any more. So people like to think of going 
up there to get away from trouble, pain and death.’’ 

“But, Papa, ’at doesn’t seem nice o’ God to be gooder to 
folkses up ’are than down ’ere.’’ 


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Oh, Grace, baby! Little folks can’t understand the wise 
things of God.” 

Now, Brother,” put in Aunt Joy, “you don’t seem to agree 
with Jesus Christ on that subject. He said, ‘I thank thee, O 
Father, that thou hast hid these things from the wise and prudent, 
and hast revealed them unto babes.’ If God is everywhere pres- 
ent, as you teach these children, why may not Grace expect him 
to do as much for her here as anywhere? If He fills all place and 
all time, how is it possible for him to be any more present at one 
place or one time than at another?” 

“Why, Sister Joy,” said papa, “you take an unusual view of 
his omnipresence. Have we not daily proof that, although God 
is ever present, he does not choose to make us satisfied with this 
life, but afflicts us that we may look to the life beyond and pre- 
pare for heaven?” 

“Brother,” said Aunt Joy, “will you please to recall the 
location of heaven as given by Jesus? It may give these children 
a better understanding of its locality.” 

Papa looked so funny that Aunt Joy went on talking. 

“Jesus said, ‘The kingdom of God [or heaven] is within 
you,’ and he further stated, ‘Except ye become as a little child, 
ye cannot enter in.’ Now, Grace, there is where Jesus Christ told 
us we could find heaven. As for the ‘great white throne,’ a king 
never takes his throne out of his kingdom; so you will find that 
there, too. If you will look closely you will find that the ‘white 
throne* is your own pure heart, for what other throne would love 
ask for, and Jesus says, ‘God is love.’ Yes, dear, the angels are 
there, too, and are nothing more nor less than sweet, kind 
thoughts, ever ready to fly about and carry messages for their 
king.” 


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Papa got up and went off to his office without even kissing 
us. 

Grace sat looking at Aunt Joy like the sun was shining on 
her face, but I couldn’t see how it got through the curtains. 

At last Grace said, “Now, I’m happy. Aunt Joy. When 
Papa said God’s so good to folkses in heaven and so bad to us, 
I felt he’s awful mean to stay ’ere all ’e time and hunt ’e bad 
fings we do, and make us sick and ’fraid he’s going to kill us all 
’e time. I des couldn’t help but fink how much good I’d be to 
folkses if I’s him. Why, I wouldn’t do nuffin’ all my long, long 
life but make ’em happy, if I’se him.’’ 

“Bless your sweet heart, darling,’’ said Aunt Joy, “that lov- 
ing thought is one of his angels coming out from the throne now. 
That’s just what God is trying to do all the time — make people 
happy, but they don’t understand him and seek the heaven within. 
So, dear one, go into your own sweet little heaven and dwell there 
among the angels and keep them busy with messages of life and 
joy ; then the door of your heart will be closed to naughty, unkind 
thoughts — black angels, they are — and you will dwell with the 
angels of love and light always, and work with them ; for God is 
in you, and where God is, heaven is.’’ 

Aunt Joy and Grace went up to Mamma’s room. Poor 
Mamma is always sick. 

When we were left alone, Ned and I just looked at each 
other, for we didn’t know what to say. At last Ned broke out, 
“I say, Trixie, what in the world would you give if what Aunt 
Joy says is true?’’ 

“I felt kind o’ strange over that talk,’’ I said, “but if we can 
get to heaven without dying, I’m in for it.’* 


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Ned threw up his cap and whistled and said, “That would 
be jolly.” 

Then he got real sober and thought awhile and said: “I 
say, Trixie, that would be all right for you; but you see I 
couldn’t do it, for I’ve got to die sometime to get rid of this game 
leg.” Ned is lame. 

“Now that is something against this inside heaven, isn’t it? 
I wonder why God mixes things up so for us?” 

We thought a long time before Ned said: “Well, we can 
understand why he is everywhere all the time — because, you 
see, he has to be on hand to keep us a-breathing, and the big 
worlds a-going, but whether he wants to do anything extra, who 
knows? Let’s ask Aunt Joy.” 


CHAPTER II 


THE “LITTLE KNOW” 



E’RE SO glad this morning, for when we went 
up to kiss Mamma, Aunt Joy threw the window 
wide open, and let the sun kiss her, too. And 
Mamma said if we’d play out under the blossom 
trees, she’d see us, and feel as if she were there too. 
But when Papa came up, he didn’t like it a bit; he’s 
’fraid, and said Dr. Grave didn’t ’low Mamma to have drafts 
and light. 

Aunt Joy asked Papa if he remembered that Dr. Grave had 
been trying this kind of treatment on Mamma for nearly five 
years, and didn’t he think that if there was any cure in it she 
ought to have found it by this time? 

Papa said, “Well, Dr. Grave has kept her alive, anyway, 
when no one else could.’’ 

Aunt Joy said he meant “buried alive,’’ ’cause poor Mamma 
had been so shut up. She told Papa that ’cording to his 
theory, this must have been God’s way of trying to take Mamma 
where she’d be well and happy, and it seemed selfish and wicked 
of him, believing as he did, to pay Dr. Grave a thousand dollars 
a year to defeat God and keep Mamma suffering on. I didn’t 
hear what Papa said, for he told us to go right down to break- 
fast. But I heard Aunt Joy say something about a “Grave and 
resurrection.’’ 


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Didn t anybody talk at the breakfast table, and Papa was 
awful sober. But he read something about Jesus curing sick 
folks, and prayed for God to “make us all whole, for Christ’s 
sake.” 

Grace climbed into Papa’s arms and asked him what kind 
of medicine Jesus used that cured so quick, and why Dr. Grave 
didn’t use it. 

Papa said, “Jesus was the Great Physician and didn’t use 
medicine at all, for God gave him power to cure without it.” 

“I wish Jesus was ’live now,” said Grace. 

“He is alive, darling,” said Papa. 

“And does He know, like He did?” 

“Yes, baby.” 

“And as good to us as to ’em?” 

Papa laughed, and said, “Yes, darling; Jesus Christ is ‘the 
same, yesterday, today and forever.’ ” 

Grace jumped down and clapped her hands and said, “O, 
Papa; *en He’ll cure Mamma, won’t He?” 

Papa’s face got real sober again. “Baby, I don’t want to 
spoil your faith, but Jesus doesn’t cure bodies now; it is our souls 
that he heals.” 

“But, Papa, didn’t you say He’s ’e same now? How can 
He be *e same and quit curin’?” 

“Why, baby, you see God let him cure then to show peo- 
ple that He was His Son. The Bible tells us all about the won- 
derful things He did then.” 

“But, Papa, if He’s ’live, why can’t He do it now? If He 
doesn’t do somefin’ to show folkses He’s ’live, how’s ’ey goin’ to 
know it?” 


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“The Bible tells us all about what He has done, little one, 
and we must read and believe from that.” 

“But, Papa, I can’t read it; lots of folkses can’t read it, so 
Jesus ought to show us hisself, if he’s ’live.** 

Aunt Joy said to Papa, “The child’s logic is perfect; the 
world can only know a living Christ from living works. You 
have but just told her that ‘Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, 
today and forever.’ Add to that ‘God is unchangeable,* and 
if these two statements be true, the same God must give the 
same Christ the same work to do for the world always.** 

“Well, Joy, if that follows, how do you account for it’s not 
being done now?’* 

Aunt Joy seemed to be looking ’way, ’way off when she said, 
“ ‘And he did not many mighty works there because of their 
unbelief.’ Brother, your question is answered by Jesus Christ 
himself. ‘He that believeth on me, the works that I do, shall he 
do also.’ It’s unbelief.’* 

“But we do believe.’* 

“Yes, with a belief that makes Jesus’ words a lie.’* 

“How dare you say that?’’ 

“Because you claim as belief that which does not verify 
Christ’s promise to believers; therefore, it follows that there is 
either a false belief or a false promise. Which is it?’’ 

“You are so extreme, Joy. Of course, Christ’s promises are 
all true, but we are mortal, you know.” 

“Mortal? But you have hope enough in this kind of belief 
to trust it to save the immortal part of you? How dare you 
venture on the untried life with a belief that won’t prove here?” 

“Joy,” said Papa, “I know that my Redeemer liveth.” 

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saves, know it; if He is ever-present, know it. This is the belief 
that Jesus Christ meant; this is the belief that proves Him; this is 
how Christ manifests himself now, for did he not say: ‘The 
world seeth me no more; but ye see me; because I live, ye shall 
live also. At that day [when you understand] ye shall know 
that I am in my Father, and ye in me, and I in you.* ‘And the 
works that I do shall ye do also; and greater, because I go unto 
my Father.* ’* 

“But, Joy,*’ said Papa, “your way of putting it makes us 
poor, weak mortals seem very presumptuous in the sight of God.*’ 

“I am not addressing ‘poor, weak mortals.* I am talking to 
the Son of God, who is commanded to call no man father, and 
whose brother, Jesus Christ, declared, ‘All that the Father hath 
is mine.’ Was He presumptuous in the sight of the Father? 
Unbelief and fear are the only presumptions we can offer him.’* 

Papa kissed us and went off. 

Ned and I went out under the blossom tree. Ned told me 
he thought Papa’d have a hard time to keep up with Aunt Joy, 
’cause Aunt Joy didn’t talk like she’d read it, but like it was so. 

“And it seems to me,** said Ned, “just as if I’d turned right 
in and know it like she does. You remember what we’s talking 
’bout God the other day? Well, I bet anything, it’s just like 
Aunt Joy says. You’ve got to know it yourself.’’ 

I told Ned I didn’t see why he didn’t commence doing if he 
knew. 

Ned was still a long time, then he said: “Trixie, I do know 
in me, some way, but I don’t know how to get it out.’’ 

Just then Aunt Joy and Grace came out, and we told her 
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“I see your difficulty, Ned,” said Aunt Joy. “Tell me what 
the gardener is doing over there.” 

“Planting flower seeds,” said Ned. 

“Please bring me one.” 

When he gave it to Aunt Joy, she said: “Grace, what is 
this?” 

“It’s a little Power,” said Grace. 

“Oh, no, it’s only a seed,” said Ned. 

“Trixie, what do you call it?” asked Aunt Joy. 

“A balsam seed,” I said. 

“Each answer is right, but Grace’s is best, for she knows the 
flower is there, waiting to come out. How will it get out, 
darling?” 

“Put it in ’e ground, and ’e little f’ower knows how.” 

“How does it know?” 

“ ’Cause God’s put a ‘little know’ in it.” 

“Pretty good, Grace; but suppose nobody puts the little seed 
into the ground, what then?” 

“It’ll know all ’e same, but folkses won’t.” 

“Trixie, can this seed grow any flower but balsam?” 

“No, of course not.” 

“How do you know it?” 

“ ’Cause I saw the flowers that made it.” 

“And are you sure the seed will grow, if you put it into the 
ground?” 

“Of course.” 

“Why?” 

Cause 1 ve seen em grow. 

“But you have never seen this one grow.” 

“No, but it’s just the same.” 


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They are all of the one mind, then. Do you remember 
what Jesus said about a little seed, Ned?” 

Oh, yes, that if anybody had faith like it he could remove 
mountains, but I didn’t understand it before.” 

“Do you now?” 

“Yes, for I’ve got the ‘little know* in me, as Grace says, just 
like the seed.” 

“Why doesn’t it grow, then?” 

“ ’Cause he hasn’t planted it,” said Grace. 

“Yes, that’s the important part; the rest will do itself.” 

“But what is it the gardener does before he plants the seed?” 

“Gets the ground ready,” said Ned, “and if there’s tough 
sod or weeds, he has to plow them all up to prepare the soil.” 

“In this planting Grace has just spoken of, is the soil ready 
for it now?” 

We asked Aunt Joy if she didn’t mean our hearts. She said 
yes, but that we could understand it better to call this soil our 
minds, and the sod and weeds that cumbered it the false notions 
and untrue ideas about life. She said that our true words and 
thoughts are the plowshare that must tear down and uproot all 
this tough sod of error thought, and bring to sight the fresh, rich 
soil of the true mind. 

And then the “little £non>“ 

Can sprout and grow, 

and we can see very clearly that God is our Father, and like the 
little seed, our blossom and fruit must be as the blossom and fruit 
of the parent stalk. 

You can begin at once to prepare the ground. These true 
statements shall be your plowshare: 

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‘7 am his image and likeness. 

‘7 shall have no evil thought , because I am like my Father , 
who is all Good. 

‘7 s/iaZZ have no unkind thought , because I am like my 
Father , rvho is Love. 

‘7 s/uz/Z have no thought of sin , sickness or death , because I 
am like my Father , who is Life. 

‘7 am well , strong , happy and wise , because my Father is all 
Life , all Love , all Strength and all Wisdom .” 

/ have the mind that was in Christ Jesus: because Christ 
Jesus was my Father s obedient son y and I am my Father s obe- 
dient son." 

“I want you to repeat this with me,” said Aunt Joy, “till 
you have learned it, then will the God-germ within you quicken, 
and you will unfold the Father-plan and blossom. 

“Now, darlings, this is your work for one week on the soil of 
your mind — just keeping these thoughts at work, and none other. 
Grace, let’s take Mamma some flowers.” 

They went away, and Ned and I said over the words. 


CHAPTER III 


THE “LITTLE KNOW” GROWS 



EVE had some funny things happen to us, Ned and 
I, ’cause some way, after saying the words Aunt 
Joy gave us last week, we don’t seem to think like 
we used to. Papa got after Ned for being seen on 
the street with Tom Sams, ’cause he’s called the 
baddest boy in town. And Papa seemed cross to 
me, too, ’cause he saw Janie Smith here the other day, and he 
told me if I couldn’t find a more ’spectable girl to entertain than 
her, I couldn’t have company. 

Aunt Joy asked Papa to read the sixth chapter of Luke for 
the morning lesson, and told us to be sure and listen very care- 
fully. So Papa read it. I remember most it said, you must love 
folks that didn’t love you, and be good to ’em, and give ’em 
everything they asked for, and then you’d be called the children 
of the Highest, ’cause he’s kind to the unthankful and evil, and 
we must be that way, just like our Father is. Then Papa 
prayed that we might heed and practice this lesson. 

When he was through, Ned went up and put his arms ’round 
Papa’s neck and asked him if he didn’t want us to be children 
of the Highest. 

Papa said: “Certainly, I do.’* 

“Then,’’ Ned said, “didn’t you read, ‘He is kind to the evil’? 
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I was going along the street when he yelled out, as he always 
does, ‘Hello, three legs; where’s your third foot?* But I’ve 
been saying for a week, 7 can have no unkind thoughts , for my 
Father is Love;' so I didn’t feel a bit cross at him, but just 
turned and said: ‘Now you’ve taken the trouble to ask, I’ll tell 
you. My third leg grew on a tree and I didn’t get the foot.’ 
Then he laughed and called me ‘jolly,’ and said it was too bad I 
had to wear a crutch. 

“He kept on walking along with me and told me he hoped I 
wouldn’t mind the way he’d talked, for he’d got to doin’ them 
things ’cause folks was down on him so, and called him mean, 
even when he tried to be good. He told me lots of things he’d 
done, real brave things, but ’cause ’twas him, they said he meant 
mischief. 

“Then I just told him I didn’t mind anything he’d ever said 
to me, ’cause now I knew him I knew he was good, and I loved 
him. He asked what kind of taffy I was feedin’ him. I told 
him ’twas the kind our Father feeds us all on — love. Then I told 
him how happy I was now, that I loved everybody. 

“He said, ‘I believe you; but say, ain’t you afraid you’re 
gettin’ so good you’ll die?’ 

“Then I laughed, it was so funny, the way he said it, and 
looked. That was just as you passed, Papa, in the carriage with 
Deacon Jones. I told him folks didn’t die of good. And then 
I couldn’t help but tell him all about our lesson of the seed and 
flower that Aunt Joy gave us. He seemed to understand it, too, 
for he said if folks ’ud just quit tramping on ’im, he believed the 
good would sprout in him, too.’’ 

Papa kissed Ned. 

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I’d always disliked her at school, ’cause she looked dirty, and 
how she’d always make faces at me and called me “stuck up,” 
and I’d thought her real mean and told teacher on her. But after 
I’d said, “God mp Father is good , and I am good,” some way, 
I couldn’t feel ugly to her any more, but just put out my hand 
and said, “Janie, let’s be friends.” She stood and looked at me 
till I said, “Janie, can’t you like me?” and then she just cried and 
said she always wanted to like me, but I wouldn’t let her ’cause 
she’s poor and dirty. Then she told me her mother was always 
sick, and she did ever ’thing herse’f, and couldn’t fix up nice and 
clean, but she’d like to. So I had her come home with me, and 
Aunt Joy fixed her up in some of my clothes, and she looked so 
nice and happy and good, I wondered how I could ever think 
she was mean. 

Papa looked like tears; he put his face in his hands and sat 
awhile, then he said: “I have just read, ‘Why call ye me Lord, 
Lord, and do not the things that I say?’ Joy, I stand rebuked 
by these children. How have you gotten this gospel into such 
perfect action with them?” 

Aunt Joy said, “ ‘Except ye become as one of them, ye can- 
not know.’ Now, children, give your papa the lesson that has 
taught you these truths.” 

So we told Papa all about the seed and flower, and the 
words we have said this week. But Papa couldn’t understand 
how saying these words could make us do them. 

Aunt Joy said, “I told you, Brother, ‘except ye become as a 
little child, ye cannot understand these mysteries.’ ” 

Then Papa said, “Grace, how can I get little?” 

Grace laughed and said, “O, Papa! you can’t make your 
legs little, or your head little; you des make your finks little.” 


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“But you don’t help me one bit, Baby, for how am I to make 
my ‘thinks* little?’* 

“Let go all *e big finks, and keep one little fink, like *e little 
f’owers do.’’ 

“Well, what think is that?’’ 

“Little seed always ’members about the f’ower.’* 

“Well, Baby, what is my flower, and how can I remember, 
too?’’ 

“Oh, God’s your f’ower; his ‘little know’ is in you.’’ 

“Joy, what is this child trying to get at?** asked Papa. 

“That everything bringeth forth seed of its kind,’’ said Aunt 
Joy. “ ‘One is your Father, even God. Whosoever is born of 
God, doth not commit sin ; for his seed remaineth in him ; and he 
cannot sin, because he is born of God.’ ‘Be ye therefore perfect, 
even as your Father in heaven is perfect.* ’* 

“But, Joy, do you mean to teach these children that they can 
become like God?*’ 

“If we accept Jesus Christ’s doctrine, what else can we 
teach? Spirit is ever the Father of Spirit; Spirit is ever the Son 
of Spirit. God is Spirit. ‘He that honoreth not the Son honor- 
eth not the Father which sent him; ... for the Father loveth 
the Son, and showeth him all things that himself doeth.’ ‘I and 
the Father are one,* said Jesus. And we are told, ‘Let this mind 
be in you, which was in Christ Jesus, who, being in the form of 
God, thought it not robbery to be equal with God.’ ’’ 

“But you must remember the same authority says, ‘He took 
upon himself the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness 
of men, and became obedient unto death.’ ’’ 

“Yes, God created man in his own image, and pronounced 
him good. ‘The Word was made flesh,’ and the Father said. 


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‘This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased’ — manifest 
man, working as the Father works. ‘As the Father hath life in 
himself, so hath he given the Son life in himself.’ To prove the 
truth of this, Jesus Christ laid down his manifest life, and took it 
up again, and declared to all, ‘He that hath the Son hath life.’ ” 

“What do you understand that to mean?’’ 

“The same as ‘the light that lighteth’ — Being — what Grace 
calls the ‘know.’ ‘No man cometh unto the Father but by me 
[the Son].* ‘Because I live, ye shall live also; at that day ye 
shall know that I am in my Father, and ye in me, and I in you.’ 
‘That day’ always means the time of realization.’’ 

“Trixie,” said Papa, “do you understand what Aunt Joy 
means by ‘having the mind that was in Christ Jesus’?” 

“Yes,” I said, “I have the mind that was in Christ Jesus; be- 
cause Christ Jesus was my Father’s obedient child, and I am his 
obedient child.” 

“How do you know?” 

“ ‘Cause He’s good and I’m good; He loves, and I love.” 

“What makes you think you’re good?” 

“ ’Cause I think everybody’s good, and I’m one of ’em.” 

“What! when they do bad things?” 

“Well, we thought Tom and Janie were mean and bad till 
we knew ’em, and I guess it would be just the same with every- 
body, when we come to know ’em.” 

Aunt Joy said, “ ‘He that walketh righteously and speaketh 
uprightly, and shutteth his eyes from seeing evil, shall dwell on 
high.’ ” 

Papa said, “Joy, the results of your teaching are beautiful. 
Still, I can’t help fearing these children are getting loose ideas 
of Christ and God.” 


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“Jesus told you to judge of a tree by its fruits,” said Aunt 
Joy. “Here you say the fruits are figs, but you fear the tree is a 
thistle. ‘Do men gather figs of thistles?* Come, what is the 
fruit of your thinking? Suspicious of your own children, even 
when they are fulfilling the only law Christ recognized — love! 
Fearing to claim kinship with the beloved Son, when it is de- 
clared, ‘He that abideth in the doctrine of Christ, he hath both 
the Father and the Son.* Also, ‘We are in him that is true, even 
in his Son, Jesus Christ.* This is the true God, and eternal life.*’ 
“Grace,** said Papa, “who is the true God and Jesus 
Christ?** 

“Oh,” said Grace, pointing, “He’s here and ever’where, and 
He lives in *e happy little spot right in ’ere, and nuffin’ can get *e 
happy out or hurt Grace, ’cause the ‘little know’ sees *Im all the 
time. *E ‘little know* is Jesus the Son — des like *e seed’s know.” 


CHAPTER IV 
PAPA FORGETS 


APA didn’t come downstairs this morning, but sent 
word for Aunt Joy to telephone Dr. Grave. When 
we wanted to know if Papa was sick. Aunt Joy said 
he had only forgotten something. When Ned asked 
if Dr. Grave had it. Aunt Joy laughed and said she 
thought not; and that if we’d stop and think awhile, 
we could tell what it was Papa had forgotten that made him 
believe he could be sick. Then we knew what she meant, and 
Grace said, “Oh, I ’spect he torgot God.” 

“That’s just it,” said Aunt Joy; “and now which shall we 
do, help him to remember, or send for Dr. Grave?” 

We all wanted to go up and help him remember; but Aunt 
Joy said we could sit very quietly and help just as well here. So 
we kept real still and “ ’membered for him,” Grace said. 

After breakfast, black John came down and told us Papa 
was asleep. And not very long after, down came Mr. Papa him- 
self. We all rushed to him and kissed him, and Grace said, 

“O, Papa! you did ’member, didn’t you?” 

“Remember what, precious?” said Papa. 

“ ’Member God,” said Grace. 

“Why, darling, I never forgot him,” said Papa. 

“Was you sick. Papa?” 

“Yes, I had a dreadful night, and feared I was going to have 
fever.” 



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“Is you sick now?” 

“Well, no; the spell seems to have passed away. I took a 
little nap this morning, and that helped me out.” 

“But, Papa, didn’t you ’member God first?” 

“Why, you funny little quiz,” said Papa, “since you ask 
such close questions, I believe, just before I dropped off to sleep, 
a feeling of rest stole over me and God seemed very near.” 

Grace clapped her hands and said, “ *At’s it, Papa ; you did 
’member.” 

Then Papa wanted to know what Grace meant. So Aunt 
Joy said that we decided, when he sent down for Dr. Grave, it 
was God and not the doctor he needed. So we had sent him a 
loving reminder. 

Papa smiled, and said to Grace, “And you think that’s what 
helped me, do you, little one?” 

“Don’t you. Papa?” 

“You may think so, if it makes you happy; but I guess the 
little nap did it,” said Papa. 

Then Aunt Joy told Papa he was giving us children an 
object lesson in unbelief. Papa wanted to know how she made 
that out. So Aunt Joy said: “They prayed for you to realize 
God as a present relief; now you admit that you suddenly had 
ease, and went off to sleep, feeling God’s presence. If that nap 
was God’s way of getting you out of pain, why not acknowledge 
it, and so teach these children that God’s manner of answering 
them is both natural and easy?” 

“It would seem a very sweet lesson; but in case they ask of 
Him the impossible, and then demand of me why He doesn’t 
answer them, what then?” said Papa. 

“What is the impossible with God?” asked Aunt Joy. 


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“Now, I want you to understand that I know God has un- 
limited power, but at the same time, I have the constant evidence 
that he does not choose to exercise it at all times,” said Papa. 

“Then the constant evidence you speak of proves Him vari- 
able. Now, of course, I can’t blame you for not teaching your 
children to trust in a God you don’t consider reliable,” said 
Aunt Joy. 

Papa didn’t like it one bit ’cause Aunt Joy talked that way 
to him, and said that he guessed his ideas of God were quite as 
correct as hers, and he’d like her to prove that God used his 
power to answer such prayers as we offered. 

Aunt Joy laughed right out and said she wouldn’t be so 
foolish as to attempt that, but that Jesus Christ had proved there 
was nothing too small or too great for the Father to do, for the 
right asking, from providing a little piece of money to the raising 
of the dead. 

Papa said that was ’cause Jesus was God’s Son. 

“True,” said Aunt Joy; “but did not this Son say to man- 
kind, ‘One is your Father, even God’? If, then, we call God 
our Father, as we are commanded to do, what must we call 
ourselves?” 

Papa didn’t say anything, so Aunt Joy said: “Jesus has 
told us so much about the Son of God, and how belief on him or 
into him will give us the same power to do the Father’s works 
Jesus had.” 

Papa seemed almost angry, and said, “Why, Joy, are you 
gone wild, that you should quote Scripture so recklessly ? Now, 
look here, there’s Ned; we know Jesus Christ would cure him 
right up. We also know we may call ourselves the sons of God, 
but it doesn’t help or heal Ned.” 


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Aunt Joy said, “Christ didn’t cure people till they had faith 
enough to ask him to do it.’’ 

Papa said, “Well, Ned, she throws the responsibility on 
you. She’s a cute one, isn’t she?’’ 

But Ned was so still we all looked at him. 

Then Papa asked him what was the matter. 

“O, Papa!’* he said, “I was just thinking I didn’t deserve to 
be cured, for I’ve never asked it, in the Son’s name. I’ve believed 
in him in some ways, but never in this way.’’ 

Papa looked kind o’ funny, and said, “Do you now?*’ 

“I do. Aunt Joy, Papa, Trixie and Grace, remember with 

»» 

me. 

Then Ned went to his room; he looked so strange when he 
went out I was ’fraid, and so was Papa. Papa said, “What can 
be the matter with the child, he acts and looks so strangely?** 

“Let him alone,’’ said Aunt Joy; “he’s going to the Father 
with a son’s claim.’’ 

Papa said Aunt Joy would make us all lunatics yet. 

Grace wanted to know if we’d like “ ’ood ticks’* then. 

Aunt Joy laughed and said, “Yes, the G-oodest kind of 
ticks.’* 

Ned didn’t come down to dinner; Papa declared, “Some- 
thing is wrong with the boy.’* But Aunt Joy said, “Let him 
alone; he’s having an experience.’* 

When Aunt Joy and Grace and I were alone, she said: 
“Now, children, Ned has never thought about asking the Father 
to show him the perfect Ned. I have been waiting for him to 
take this attitude of mind. I did not urge it, for I left that with 
Him who knows best. But now that Ned waits for the com- 
mand to go free, let us sit here and say : 


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“ ‘ Father , I thanfy thee that thou hast heard me. And I 
know that thou hearest me always.’ ” 


CHAPTER V 
BLOSSOMS 


EFORE Grace and I were up this morning, Aunt Joy 
came into our room with her hands full of blossoms. 
She kissed us and said: “Well, Trixie, you were 
right when you told us those little seeds were balsam 
seeds, for see what Eve found where we planted 
them.” 

“Why, of course, Aunt Joy; anybody could have told you 
that,” said I. 

“Then you are not surprised to find balsam flowers where 
you planted balsam seeds?” said Aunt Joy. 

“How could I be? What else could I find?” I asked. 

“That’s true; how could you find anything but what you had 
planted? When you know your seed you know your harvest, 
and in knowledge there is no room for surprise,” said Aunt Joy. 

“Little seed never torgets, do he, Aunt Joy?” asked Grace. 

“No, dear; ‘whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also 
reap.’ Do you know why the little seed never forgets?” asked 
Aunt Joy. 

“ ’Cause he hasn’t got any torget in ’im,” said Grace. 

“That’s just the truth of it, ‘Wee Wisdom.’ It knows only 
like-ness. But suppose it were possible to get something else into 
it. What then?” 

Grace looked so distressed that I laughed. 

So Aunt Joy asked me if I hadn’t seen “torgets” and doubts 
enough to know how they work. 



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“I never saw them in a seed,” I said. 

No; the wisdom of the seed forbids anything but singleness 
of heart. But have you not in mind some other like-ness, not so 
well and wisely kept?” 

I felt ashamed, because I knew she meant my heart. But 
Grace said, “Aunt Joy, I’s left out ’e torgots and Ned’s left out 
*e torgots, ’cause way in ’e nighttime I dreamed he got ’at way 
and God made ’im all over.” 

Grace was in Aunt Joy’s arms, and her face had that strange, 
sunshiny look on it. Aunt Joy looked mysterious, too. I just 
couldn’t stand it any longer, so I jumped right up and fairly 
screamed, for I was sure that Aunt Joy knew something about 
Ned. I was so excited! I wanted to know if Grace’s vision of 
Ned was really true. Then Aunt Joy held me off and looked at 
me and said: “I thought a few minutes ago, Trixie, that you 
were a very wise little girl, to have such unwavering faith in the 
little balsam seed that you were not at all surprised at these 
beautiful blossoms from it. But here you are all excitement over 
the possible blossom of Ned’s faith. Tell me, Trixie, is that 
little seed alone to be trusted with the Divine Promise of unfail- 
ing fulfillment?” 

“But, Aunt Joy,” I cried, “I have seen so many seeds grow!” 

“Dear child,” said Aunt Joy, “have you found the yield of 
your own thought any less faithful to its kind?” ♦ 

“I ’member ’bout finks,” said Grace, “ ’cause when I finks 
bug’oos I get scared, and when I finks God, I’s unscared.” 

“That’s it, darling; our thought is just as sure to bring forth 
of its kind as the little balsam seed. So if our thoughts were 
faithful to our words of last night, what must they yield?” 


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“O, Aunt Joy,” said Grace, with that shiny look again, 
“Ned would be all straight’ed up and a-walkin*!” 

“And would there be anything unnatural or surprising in 
that, Trixie?” 

I hid my face; it did seem plain, yet how could it be really so? 

“What were the words you repeated?” asked Aunt Joy. 

“ ‘Father, I thank thee that thou hast heard me. And I 
know that thou hearest me always,’ ” I said. 

“Who said these words first?” asked Aunt Joy. 

“Jesus Christ,” I answered. 

“And what followed them?” 

“Lazarus came out of his grave.” 

“What Father did Jesus speak of?” 

“God.” 

“Is God any farther away now than he was then, when 
Jesus said, ‘I know that thou hearest me always’?” 

“No, Aunt Joy.” 

“How do you know?” 

“ ’Cause everybody says so.” 

“Does everybody prove it, like Jesus did?” 

“Why, of course not.” 

“Then how do they know, and how do you know he ‘always 
hears* without he answers?” 

“Because the Bible says so.” 

“Does your little balsam depend upon a record 1 ,900 years 
old to prove its blossoms?” 

“Of course not. How funny!” 

“Yes, extremely funny, since God is ‘God of the living and 
not of the dead.* Trixie, does it occur to you that you put 


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yourself in that same ‘funny’ position when you say that you 
believe God ‘hears always,’ because the Bible says so?” 

‘‘Well, everybody does the same.” 

‘‘Yes, if there’s any comfort in that; so they did in Jesus’ 
time, although he proved to them differently by his works, and 
tried to lead them into understanding that God, their Father, 
was ever-present, ever-helpful Spirit, and to know him thus and 
his Son, Jesus Christ (his Spirit in themselves), was to have 
power over all flesh and to have life eternal. Now, Trixie, which 
shall satisfy you, to know and prove these things of your heav- 
enly Father, or to hold to that dead faith which keeps its God 
away from all practical life, locked up in Bibles and forms, as 
useless as the ornaments upon its altar?” 

Aunt Joy seemed to grow so big while she was speaking, I 
felt as if God had filled the room with himself. 

We sat awhile and I seemed to ‘‘know.” I said, ‘‘Don’t you 
think. Aunt Joy, we must tell folks this about God?” 

Aunt Joy smiled and asked, ‘‘Can you prove it to them?” 

‘‘I feel so in here,” I said. 

‘‘But you know spiritual things must be spiritually discerned; 
‘folks’ will be just like you were awhile ago, back in the letter of 
life. Better finish dressing, now.” 

So when we were all dressed Aunt Joy went out, telling us to 
wait for her. Soon she came back with Ned, and he was walking 
alone, and it didn’t seem at all strange to me then. Grace and I 
kissed him, and oh, we were so happy we couldn’t talk! So 
Aunt Joy said we would ‘‘be still and know,” and then go up 
and see Mamma. 

Mamma expected us, but she just cried when Ned walked 
up to her without his crutches. We all wanted to know what 


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was the matter, and she said God had dealt so wonderfully with 
Ned that she almost feared he was going to take him. Ned 
laughed right out, and put his arms around our dear mamma, and 
told her God had already taken him, and that was why he could 
walk. 

Then Mamma kissed us all, and we told her God had taken 
all of us, and we were going to have him take her, too. She 
smiled and asked where we were going to have him take her to. 
Ned said, “Out of bed.” Then we all laughed again and said, 
“Out of doors, too.*’ Mamma said that would be delightful, 
almost like heaven. 

Ned whispered to Aunt Joy and she asked us if we felt our 
Father near enough to hear us ask health for Mamma. We 
knew He was. 

Then we went downstairs — Papa had seen Ned before. 
He kissed us all, but looked as if he didn’t see any of us. He 
read and prayed like a dream, and then sat down and seemed to 
forget all about us. 

So we went out where the balsams grew. We told Ned 
how Aunt Joy proved to us that if we would keep the Father’s 
like-ness in ourselves we must do like the little balsam has done 
— forget everything else. 

When our gardener saw Ned walking without his crutches 
and heard how he was cured, he crossed himself and said, “If 
God done it, he’ll die ; if the divil done it, the Lord hev mercy on 
his poor soul.” 

Aunt Joy said, “The poor man believes that God is too great 
to do so small a good for man, and the devil too clever to refuse 
a good turn now and then.” 

She says we are sure to find out now everybody’s ideas of 
God. 



“If God done it, he’ll die; if the divil done it, the Lord have mercy on his 
poor soul.” 




CHAPTER VI 
THE LESSON OF THE VINE 


HATEVER ails people I don’t know. Ned and 
Grace and I are so happy it seems as if everybody 
ought to be; but folks don’t seem to understand us, 
only Aunt Joy. She says: “Never mind, children; 
hold tight to the wisdom of the little seed and let the 
God like-ness, which is the mind of Christ Jesus in 
you, grow to blossom and fruit.’* 

Ned wondered if Jesus didn’t mean that when he said, “I 
in them, and thou in me, that they may be made perfect in one.*’ 
We were outdoors and Aunt Joy said: “Let us go and see 
what the gardener is doing to our grapevines, over there.’* So 
we went into the garden and found he was fastening the long, 
slender ends carefully to the strong trellis. 

“Why are you so painstaking with this vine?*’ she asked. 
“Sure, mum,’* he said, “these slinder branches be so full of 
the settin’ fruit, belike they’d be after breakin* all off with the 
lood of the clusters a’growin’, ferninst autumn time, mum.’’ 

“ T am the true vine, and my Father is the husbandman,’ ’’ 
murmured Aunt Joy ; then she asked us to examine the grapevine 
and tell her where the vine left off and the branches began. 
Ned said he couldn’t find any leaving off and beginning; he was 
sure it was all vine. 

“But you can cut off the branches without destroying the 
vine, you know,** suggested Aunt Joy. 




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“Yes; and I know you can cut ’em off down to the ground 
and not kill the vine, ’cause I saw one mowed off by accident, 
and it grew up again,’* said Ned. 

Aunt Joy took Ned’s face between her hands, looked into 
his eyes and said: “And so our wise Ned has discovered that 
vine, branches, and all, are alike one, with a life-source hidden 
beyond the reach of the scythe and pruninghook. Can he apply 
his object lesson to ‘I am the vine, ye are the branches’?*’ 

“Why, Aunt Joy,*’ said I, “do you think Jesus Christ wanted 
’em to think that the branches wasn’t any more than the vine, 
when he said that?*’ 

“Don’t you see, Trixie, how necessary it is for all this vine 
here to abide, or stay connected with its life-source, the roots? 
You must perceive it takes all three — the roots, the trunk and 
the branches — to make the true and perfect vine.’* 

“Then, Aunt Joy, Jesus meant — ‘I am the true vine’ — roots, 
branches and all.** 

“Yes.** 

“Then why did He say, ‘Ye are the branches*?’’ I asked. 

“We’ll see. Tell me, what part of the vine is always hidden 
from sight, Trixie?*’ 

“The roots.’* 

“Tell me the name Jesus gave to the unseen source of all his 
life and works.** 

“God, or Father.** 

“That’s right. What name would you give to the source of 
your life?’’ 

“Of course, God, or Father.’’ 

“Do you always abide in this knowledge, as the vine does in 
its roots, or as Jesus did in his Father? If you do, you are the 


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true vine, for you have ‘the mind that was in Christ Jesus,’ and 
the Father-Life flows through you, and your thoughts are fruitful 
branches. Ned was abiding in the true vine, or Christ Mind, 
when the living thought fruited into perfect action in his para- 
lyzed leg.” 

“O, Aunt Joy!” cried Ned, ‘‘I see now how it all was; I 
couldn‘t understand how the Father answered me so quickly.” 

“Well,” said Aunt Joy, ‘‘let us share your new understand- 
ing.” 

‘‘Of course,” said Ned, ‘‘I always wanted to be well, but 
you know Papa had tried everything that the doctors could do, 
and they all said nothing could put life into dead nerves. Papa 
always prayed that since God had seen fit to afflict us in this way, 
that we might have grace to bear it. So I settled down into 
thinking, ‘What can’t be cured must be endured.’ That night 
you were talking to Papa about Jesus Christ, and you explained 
that we are all sons of God, and Papa said it was presumptuous 
to call ourselves so, and he said how Jesus could have cured me 
and that was something we could never do; then it seemed, oh, 
so clear to me, that God loves one son just as well as another, but 
Jesus had been the only one who knew how great that love is! 
Then I went to my room, and I was so sure God was my Father 
that I talked to him, and oh, how my thoughts seemed alive all 
through me! And now I know they were the life-giving sap 
from the Vine-Mind within me, and that this is our Father’s way 
of answering us.” 

Aunt Joy said Ned had touched the keynote of God’s Law, 
and if we would only key our habit of thought up to it, we would 
realize the ever-present, ever-loving Christ-Self whom the 
Father hears always. 


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I couldn’t sit still any longer. I just clapped my hands, and 
we all sang — 

“Christ alone beareth me 
Where thou dost shine; 

Joint heir he maketh me 
Of the Divine! 

In Christ my soul shall be 
Nearer, my God, to thee, 

Nearer to thee!” 

Then Ned said, “Aladdin didn’t have half the show for 
wonderful things that we have.’’ 

Aunt Joy looked a little bit sober, and spoke so low when 
she said: “Dear Ned, after this wonderful revelation was first 
made to Jesus of Nazareth, and he became conscious of the 
power given the Son of Mind, he had to meet the old self, with 
all its ambitions, alone in the wilderness of sense. Can you meet 
it as he did? Can you refuse mortal vanity the soft creations of 
delusion? Can you look from the pinnacle of high thought and 
not throw yourself down for praise into the crowd below you? 

“Ned, dear, when you know the power of your own king- 
dom within, can you afford to give it up for the glitter and fame 
and wealth of the outside world? When you once decide these 
points and put the old Satan-self behind you, your ‘wonderful 
lamp’ will shine with the magic of heaven’s own light, and angels 
will do its bidding, and no evil genii can wrest it from you, for 
it is the understanding of your own Sonship.’’ 


CHAPTER VII 
SKEPTIC AND SAINT 


R. GOOD was here today — he’s Papa’s preacher; 
he wanted to see Ned, so Aunt Joy called us all into 
the parlor. Dr. Good’s so slim and straight, and his 
voice is so s-l-i-m and s-t-r-a-i-g-h-t, and he talks so 
much about the “narrow, s-t-r-a-i-g-h-t way,” you 
always feel’s if he’s the only one straight and narrow 
enough for it. He said, “E-d-w-a-r-d, I hear you have had a 
very m-i-r-a-c-u-l-o-u-s cure, and I have come to see if it is true.” 

Ned showed him how true it was by walking across the floor, 
and then by standing in front of him and straightening himself 
up, that all might see how strong and well he was. And I tell 
you, he looked grand! 

Dr. Good looked at him, and then took off his glasses and 
wiped ’em — he always does that when he doesn’t know what 
else to do — then he said: “Well, E-d-w-a-r-d, they say you 
were cured without any external means.” 

“Yes,” said Ned; “God did it.” 

“Certainly, my child; but we recognize that God works 
through means, do we not?” 

“I s’pose that’s the way most folks think, but you see, they 
worked eight years at me with ‘means,’ and God didn’t seem to 
work through ’em at all. Leastwise, I didn’t get well. But 
soon’s I tried God without ’em, you see, he showed he could do 
best alone.” 




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Dr. Good actually drew his voice up quick and said : “Child, 
do you realize what you say?” 

“Oh, yes!” said Ned, “it’s having one God and trusting 
him for everything, just like Jesus did. That’s what’ll fetch it, 
every time.’* 

Dr. Good wiped his glasses a long time, and I thought Aunt 
Joy smiled. At last Dr. Good said: “E-d-w-a-r-d, I am glad 
you trust God, but I must warn you against irreverence ; we must 
not use his holy name lightly.’* 

“Oh,** said Ned, “you don’t think Jesus Christ was irrev- 
erent, do you? Jesus was always talking about God that way 
— and he called him his Father.’’ 

“You must not forget, E-d-w-a-r-d, that Jesus Christ was his 
well-beloved Son, and we should approach God through his 
Son, for everything is promised us for Christ’s sake,*’ said Dr. 
Good. 

“That’s just what I did,’’ said Ned. “You know Jesus said 
we must all call God our Father, and that he loved one just as 
well as another. Well, you see, when I really saw that I was his 
Son as well as Jesus, I felt awful glad, for I knew then he’d do 
just as much for me, if I’d give him a chance. So I believed in 
him — just like Jesus did; and sure enough I called him ‘Father!’ 
that way, and told him I wanted to be cured. Oh, I can’t tell 
you how it was, but I knew how then, and ever since I feel him 
in everything. And you see, he did cure me.*’ 

I never saw Dr. Good not sit still before. He wiped his 
glasses and looked at his watch and took out his pencil, then he 
said, “E-d-w-a-r-d, is it possible you consider yourself equal with 
Jesus Christ?’’ 

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seem to notice it at all; he just said: “I don’t seem to think of 
it that way. I just seem to know that God is the Father of the 
real Me, and since I know it, that part of me seems to grow so 
fast it crowds out the old-’fraid-sick part, and I don’t feel a bit 
like I used to. Don’t you think that’s ‘putting on Christ,’ Dr. 
Good? 

Dr. Good seemed to think some way that Ned was too 
familiar with God, and said something about the adversary’s 
being so cunning and ready to deceive us into believing strange 
things. 

Grace’s eyes just blazed, and she walked up to Dr. Good 
and asked him if he didn’t believe God was everywhere. 

He said, “Why, of course, little one.’’ 

“Then can’t He keep ’e *sary off?** 

“The adversary, do you mean?** 

“Yes,** said Grace. “If God’s ever ’where, what you ’fraid 
of?’’ 

“Afraid of displeasing Him. Are you not afraid of dis- 
pleasing God?’* 

“No,** said Grace. “God’s love. Don’t you know God’s 
love, Dr. Good?’’ 

“Yes, God is love; but my Bible says, ‘He is angry with 
the wicked every day.* ” 

“Well, your Bible’s made a ’stake — ’cause ours says God’s 
love,’* said Grace. 

“Do you believe God loves evil, little one?*’ 

“Don’t fink He knows ’bout it,’* said Grace. 

“Don’t know about evil? Who teaches you such strange 
doctrine?’* 

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be mad or see bad in folkses! So if God’s all *e time love, 
how’s he going to be badder ’an me?” 

Dr. Good turned real red and shook his head, and said if 
we’d all come to Sunday morning service, he’d tell us all about 
“The Divine Plan.” 

Then he told Aunt Joy to send us out, as he wished to see 
her a little while alone. 

Aunt Joy’s eyes twinkled when she said to us, “Go and 
play now.” 

I’d like to have heard what they said, ’cause he told Papa 
that Mrs. Gray (that’s Aunt Joy) was one of the most shocking 
persons to quote Scripture he ever heard, and us children had 
imbibed such ideas of God, he was just sure something terrible 
would overtake us. 

Aunt Joy just laughed and said: “If what Paul says be 
true, we are compelled to be familiar with God — for in him we 
live and move and have our being — and we can’t help ourselves.” 

We had another visitor today* — old Dr. May. He’s the 
doctor Papa has when somebody’s awfully sick. Everybody 
says he’s wicked ’cause he don’t believe in God. 

Dr. May wanted to see about Ned’s getting well, too, so 
we all went into the parlor again. 

If Dr. May is wicked, he always looks happy and makes 
you feel good. 

He saw Ned walk, and he examined him all over and found 
him all well; then he wanted to tell him all about it. So Ned 
did. 

I think there was ’most tears in his eyes when Ned got through, 
and he said: “Well, my boy, it is a wonderful cure, no one can 
dispute that. I’ve known all about you, ever since the sickness 




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that left you a cripple, and know we have all tried in every way 
we could to help you out of it, but to no purpose. Now you are 
healed, by what agency is beyond my range of study — call it 
God, if that pleases you. But don’t you think,” he asked, smil- 
ing, “that you’re making him a little more practical than the good 
folk allow nowadays? You know God hasn’t done anything for 
the last thousand years, according to official doctrine.” 

Grace got so close up to Dr. May and looked so earnestly 
at him that he caught her up and asked what her wise little head 
thought about it. 

“Does you fink God is dead?” asked Grace. 

“Well, to be honest with you, little one, I have serious 
doubts about his ever living,” said Dr. May. 

“ ’En, who makes fings?” 

“Why, they just grow, don’t they?” 

“Yes, but what grows ’em?” asked Grace. 

“Why, Mother Nature, of course, you little interrogation 
point,” said Dr. May, laughing at her sober face. 

“I never heard of her to fore. Is she God’s wife, Aunt Joy?” 
asked Grace. 

Aunt Joy said she guessed we might as well call her 
Mother-God, and then we could better teach the doctor who 
Father-God is. 

Then Dr. May laughed and said Aunt Joy was bound to 
help Grace get the best of him. 

Grace clapped her hands and laughed triumphantly. 
“ ’Course, Dr. May, if you’ve got a mover you must have a faver. 
Don’t you see?” 

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see?” said Dr. May, pretending he didn’t understand what 
Grace meant. 

“I don’t mean ’im, he’s your papa. I mean *e Faver who 
finks you and loves you all ’e time.” 

“You’re too deep for me, now. A Father who thinks me 
and loves me. Don’t I think myself, and don’t all sweet little 
girls like you love me?” 

“Yes, but your Faver-God’s all fink and all love, and he’s 
ever’ where, he is.” 

Then Dr. May asked Grace if she didn’t think it would 
keep Him pretty busy getting round. 

Grace looked kind o’ puzzled and then said: “Oh, you see, 
he’s like air and sunshine, he’s just ’ere ’ithout goin’.” 

The doctor laughed and said: “If that’s the case, we’re all 
provided for in your God-philosophy, ‘Wee Wisdom.’ ” 

“You see, Dr. May,” said Aunt Joy, “that these children 
know only the living good — the eternal, unchanging, intelligent 
Principle lying back of all expression, the Father-Source of all 
that is manifest.” 

Then Dr. May and Aunt Joy talked a long time about God 
and his Son. 

Dr. May asked us such a lot of questions, and we told him 
the way we learned to be so happy, and what Grace said about 
the little “seed’s know,” and how we kept our Father’s likeness 
in our thoughts. And when he went away, he said he’d learned 
the best lesson of his life, and that he intended to get as well 
acquainted with our God as he possibly could. 


CHAPTER VIII 
OUT OF THE SHADOWS 


ED and IVe wondered all day whatever we could 
have done last night that made Papa hurry us off to 
bed so. We’s just askin’ him to ’splain about Dr. 
Good’s “God Plan;’* ’cause we couldn’t see, for the 
life of us, if ’twas all planned out already, as he told 
us why God got so angry about it, ’cause how could 
Adam and everybody help it? Grace said she thought “it *ud 
been gooder for God to ’ve cut down *e tree, or killed ’e snake, 
or else unmade Adam, than to been so drefful cross at him and 
everybody, like Dr. Good said.’’ 

Papa said we couldn’t ’spect, bein’ children, to understand 
such deep truths, for it had taken Dr. Good his lifetime, studying 
about them, to find out, and he was sure it was the safest way for 
us to just ’cept them as Dr. Good told them to us. 

I couldn’t hardly breathe when Papa said that; I can’t ex- 
plain it, but it feels as if all the sunshine and the air were going 
’way out of the world, when folks talk like Dr. Good did yester- 
day. I guess Ned and Grace felt so, too; ’cause Ned said it 
felt awful good to get out doors and breathe again; and Grace 
said it seems like God staid out doors mostly on Sundays. 

While Papa was talking to us that way, Ned sat so still, and 
Aunt Joy was upstairs with Mamma, and I wished I could 
feel sure that God was like he seemed when Aunt Joy talked 
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After awhile Ned told Papa he couldn’t see, if God really 
knew and didn’t change his mind, why he had made a man and 
said he was “very good,’* and then set a trap to prove he wasn’t. 

“For, you see,’* said Ned, “if Dr. Good had only ’splained 
that God hadn’t had the ’sperience when he made Adam, we 
could see how it all happened; but he told it as if God had 
planned it all beforehand and then wouldn’t have any mercy on 
Adam or anybody, nor forgive ’em till Jesus just coaxed him so 
and told him he’d come and live for us and bear everything, and 
even be murdered to make him get over being mad at every- 
body on Adam’s account, and God let him do it, and that’s 
why God can bear with us now. Why, Papa, you’re lots better 
’an that, ’cause I remember once, when Mike got drunk and 
drove Beauty to death (Beauty was our horse), and you were 
so angry about it, you drove Mike away, and told him never to 
show his face about here again. We children were so sorry for 
Mike we went and hunted him up after a good while and found 
’im most starvin’; and we cried and coaxed you to just try him 
once more for his children’s sake, and when you saw what a hard 
time they were having, you forgave him, and trusted him again, 
and he’s been awful good ever since, you know. Papa.** 

“And O, Papa!** said Grace, “s’posin* you wouldn’t let him 
come back wivout we’d all offered to been killed to make you 
get over bein’ mad at poor Mike, and you’d let us; wouldn’t 
you been an awful man, though. Papa?** 

Then Papa sent us right off to bed; I’d like to know why. 
We didn’t feel a bit happy. Our pretty room seemed cold 
and all the bright-cheery was gone out of it. After Maggie had 
put us in bed and was gone, Grace said she guessed Dr. Good’s 
kind o’ God was there, ’cause she didn’t feel *im soft and warm. 


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She wished Aunt Joy would come and chase him away, ’cause 
he’d no business in little girls’ rooms, and she was sure he’d let 
the bug’oos in, too. Aunt Joy didn’t come, and Grace went to 
sleep, but I couldn’t get to sleep for such a long time, for think- 
ing about the dreadful things Dr. Good told us, and wondering 
if they were true, and if God wasn’t a loving Father after all, 
like Aunt Joy said. 

It scared me so that I covered up my head and cried and 
wondered if I ever would be happy again. Then I dreamed 
that Dr. Good caught me and shut me up in a dark room, and 
when I tried to scream for help a dreadful voice spoke out and 
said, “No use to scream, you’re shut up here forever.*’ Then I 
shook all over and cried, and I asked the voice-of-the-dark why 
Dr. Good had shut me up and what I had done wrong, but it 
only said: “A-d-a-m, A-d-a-m, A-d-a-m.’’ 

After ’while I thought of Jesus, and then I cried out: “O, 
Jesus Christ, please let me out!’* and the door flew open, though 
I could see Dr. Good trying to hold it shut; but he couldn’t do 
it, and then I heard Aunt Joy’s voice calling, “Come on out, 
Trixie.’* Then I woke up and found Aunt Joy sitting beside 
me with Grace asleep in her arms. She said Grace and I had 
both been crying in our sleep and she had heard us and came in. 
She looked just like an angel to me, and when I told her my 
awful dream, she kissed me and said: 

“Jesus Christ always opens the doors out of dark places, 
Trixie, dear; if you had only remembered to call to him before 
you and Grace went to sleep, he would have opened the door of 
happy thought, which had been closed by the doubts and fears 
you made your bedfellows.*’ 

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thought that God could be anything but a loving Father to his 
children, and that such thoughts, held to for ever so short a 
time, would close the Christ-door and leave us alone with the 
Adam or fleshly mind, that believes in all kinds of evils. 

Then Aunt Joy put Grace back into bed, and told me to ask 
the kind Christ Spirit to open all the doors of my heart and let in 
the dear Father’s love, and I would never get scared any more. 
I went off to sleep so happy then, and this morning it all seems 
like a dream. 

Today we told Aunt Joy how dreadful that sermon made us 
feel yesterday; and about our talk with Papa last night. I saw 
tears come into her eyes, but she brushed ’em right out again and 
said: “ ‘As in Adam all die, so in Christ shall all be made 
alive.’ When we understand what this means, we understand 
‘God’s plan.* ” 

“But, Aunt Joy,” said Grace, “how can mens die in Adam; 
’cause if Adam’s been such fousands of years died, he’s nuffin 
but dirt now, is he?” 

Aunt Joy laughed and told her she ought to ask Dr. Good 
that question. Ned said he guessed it must mean just Adam’s 
influence over folks. Aunt Joy told us then that “Adam” stood 
for a state of mind that eats of the “tree of the knowledge of 
good and evil.” She says that believing a thing real hard is just 
like eating it, ’cause it becomes a part of us. She asked us if 
we didn’t take a little taste of this “good-and-evil-knowledge” 
yesterday, and have the sad experience of being turned out of 
our happy consciousness of the dear Father’s loving presence. 
Grace jumped up and said : 

“Yes, Aunt Joy, and I fought somefin* drefful was after me, 
and I couldn’t feel ’e soft-warm God at all.” 


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“But God was there with you, just the same. It was your 
own doubt of his always-present love that shut you outside of 
the happy feeling of him,” said Aunt Joy. 

Then Ned asked if that was the way the “sure enough” 
Adam got out of Eden. Aunt Joy said it was always just as it 
is now; that God is the same loving, unchangeable, fountain of 
life and good, world-without-end ; and the only possible way for 
man to get away from him is to believe in some other cause or 
some other power outside of Life and Love and Good. She 
said that “as in Adam all die,” means that the fruit of this be- 
lieving in the power of evil is always sorrow and pain and want 
and death; that the Christ Mind is man’s unmixed faith in the 
wisdom and love and all-power of God alone. She said, “Even 
so in Christ shall all be made alive.” 

“‘He that hath seen me [the Christ Mind] hath seen the 
Father.’ ” 

Ned looked up with his face all a-shine, and said, “Oh, I 
know I saw the Father, then, the night I was healed.” 


CHAPTER IX 
MORE BLOSSOMS 



HAT do you think has happened? There! Aunt 
Joy says, “Things don’t happen,” ’cause this isn’t a 
world of chance; she says that everything that comes 
to us comes because of our word-sowing, just as 
surely as the vegetables in our garden are there be- 
cause Mike planted the seed for them. I used to 
wonder what made so many accidents happen to me, and not to 
Ned. I always had a scratch or a bruise; everything seemed to 
go out of its way to give me a bump or something. And poor 
Mamma was always saying, “What does make my little Trixie 
so unfortunate?” 

I don’t mind telling you now — ’cause I’ve ’bout got over 
bumping and hurting myself — that I used to get awful mad some- 
times and say dreadful, bad, cross words to Ned and Grace and 
everybody ; and hit and kick back when things’d run against me. 
You see, I didn’t re’lize I was sowing hurt-and-bruise-seed, but I 
know now that I was, and I’m trying ever so hard not to sow 
any more. 

But I started out to tell what — didn’t “happen” — but — but 
— came to pass, you know. We always go to Mamma’s room 
first, mornings, and kiss her before we go down to breakfast, but 
this morning when Maggie came to help us dress, she said Aunt 
Joy sent word for us to dress sweet and fresh and go right down- 


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stairs to meet a guest at breakfast, and it would be somebody 
we’d like to see. 

Then Grace and I were wild to know who’d come, and if 
they came in the night, and how long they’s going to stay, and 
we went to guessing and we guessed all our cousins and aunties, 
and capered ’round so that Maggie said she guessed we didn’t 
want to know very badly or we wouldn’t hinder her so. Then 
we tried to be real thoughtful and help, but she said we’s so ex- 
cited we’s just like two fluttering birds. When we’s ready at last, 
Maggie gave us each a bouquet to carry down to our guest, and 
said Grace looked like a pink and white apple blossom, and I 
like a blue and gold pansy. We just went a-flying down the 
stairs — till we both ’membered something and stopped, and 
Grace said, “O, Trixie! we torgot to kiss poor, dear Mamma.” 
We felt sorry and started back, but Aunt Joy heard us and called 
for us to come on, ’cause breakfast was waiting. We told her 
we just wanted to go back and kiss Mamma, ’cause we’d for- 
gotten. Then Aunt Joy said in such a funny way, “Come on; 
you can do that any time.” So we went down into the breakfast 
room and — Mamma was there! It makes you feel so’s you 
don’t know what to think when you get such a s’prise as that. 
I couldn’t say anything, I just went and kissed Mamma. Grace 
stood still and looked so strangely that Aunt Joy asked, “What’s 
the matter, Grace?” 

Then Grace put her hands over her eyes and said, “O, Aunt 
Joy! do somefin’ quick, to see if I’m ’wake or dreamin’ it again; 
’cause it seems like *e dream.” 

Aunt Joy took Grace in her arms and kissed her and told 
her this was a very wide-awake dream, and was going to last all 
the time. Then she placed Grace beside Mamma, and they had 


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a great time loving each other, and Grace said, “I’m so glad, 
Mamma, it isn’t a dream ’is time, ’cause such a lot of times you’ve 
seemed des like ’is, but I’d wake up away from it.” 

Such a nice time as we had! Papa was ever so happy, but 
he looked as if he’d been crying, and Ned seemed so uncon- 
cerned. I asked him when he found out about Mamma. He 
looked at Aunt Joy and they both looked at Mamma and smiled. 
Aunt Joy said she thought Mamma’d better tell us. As I looked 
at Mamma, I wondered I hadn’t noticed before how well she 
looked and how pink her face was getting. Then Papa said 
she’d been changing doctors, and he s’posed we’d have to give 
“Dr. Ned” the credit. 

Then it all came out — how Aunt Joy and Ned had been 
going to Mamma’s room every day since that time we all went 
and prayed together, after Ned walked; and Mamma got to 
seeing that it wasn’t God that made her sick and helpless, and 
that the dear Christ-presence would make her strong and well 
again, if she’d believe and trust it, just like Jesus said. So she 
was growing well all the time, but left us to discover it for our- 
selves. I wonder now that we didn’t notice that her room was 
always light and airy, and that she never sent us away from her 
any more ’cause we “tired her so,” or “her head ached so,” or 
she felt “so nervous” — like she used to. 

Grace said it seemed so easy for God to do fings now, she 
guessed ever’body’d soon find out and get well and happy. 
Mamma said she hoped so, for she was very sure it was not 
God’s will that people should be sick and miserable. Papa 
looked at her kind o’ ’stonished and said, “I wish that could be 
proved beyond a doubt.” 

Then Aunt Joy said, “What better or more assuring proof 


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could be given than that before you now? Have not both 
your wife and son proved beyond a doubt what the ‘good and 
acceptable and perfect will of God* is toward them? And if 
toward them, why not toward all?” 

Papa didn’t answer, and so Aunt Joy went on and showed 
Papa how Mamma and Ned had done exactly what Paul said, 
to prove God’s will. Then she had Papa read (Rom. 12:1-2): 
“I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that 
ye present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto 
God, which is your reasonable service. And be not conformed 
to this world; but be ye transformed by the renewing of your 
mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and 
perfect will of God.” 

Then Aunt Joy went on and ’splained it all so plain that 
even Papa couldn’t help but understand it. Grace wanted to 
know what it meant to sac-a-fice your body — ’cause she ’mem- 
bered about the sheep and things that Abra’am and the folks 
used to kill and burn up for God. Aunt Joy said “sacrifice” was 
from some words that mean “to make sacred or holy,” and that 
holy means just the same as “whole.” She said God didn’t care 
to have dead things and parts and pieces given to him ; he wanted 
wholeness, and so “to present your body a living sacrifice unto 
God,” was to give him your whole undivided self. 

“But folkses don’t kill and divide ’emselves for him, do ’ey, 
Aunt Joy?” asked Grace. 

That made us all laugh, only Aunt Joy ; I thought she looked 
real sad when she said, “Yes, Grace, few there are indeed who 
offer God their undivided selves. It is generally considered 
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in seven, is really a very generous and acceptable service unto 
God.” 

Ned said he could see it was easy enough to give God your 
soul, ’cause you didn’t seem to have very much use for it here, 
but to just give him all your — everything — mind, thoughts, body 
and all, might seem unreasonable till you found out how lovely 
it was to just be God’s own, all in one bunch. 

Then Aunt Joy laughed and looked at Ned in her shiny 
way and said, “Our young Paul is not quite so stately in his way 
of putting it, but he is certainly quite as vigorous and earnest as 
Paul senior, and has proved for himself ‘what is the good, and 
acceptable, and perfect will of God.* ” Then she told Ned if 
he were going to make the way very clear to another, he must 
follow Paul’s plan and explain how this was done. 

Ned said first he began to see that he had believed and 
trusted what folks said about him, instead of finding out and 
trusting God, himself. Aunt Joy said that was being conformed 
to or formed after the world’s mind, and that to form his mind 
anew with true thoughts about God and himself, was really to 
give his whole self up to Good, because if he thought true, good 
thoughts all the time, he must do good things all the time ; and his 
whole body must grow alive and glad because of the sweet and 
joyful flowing of his constant thought, and so he had become 
transformed or formed anew in God, the Good. 

Then Papa said, “O, Joy! almost thou persuadest me to 
doubt no more.” 


CHAPTER X 
THE DOCTOR’S RETURN 


R. GRAVE’S come back from Europe. He’s been 
gone six months. “Getting ideas about disease 
germs,’’ he says. But Aunt Joy says health-makers 
should get ideas about health, ’cause ideas are the 
germs that count, and you scatter ’em wherever your 
thought goes. Ned saw Dr. Grave first; he was 
racing down Green Street on his bicycle, just as the doctor was 
getting out of his carriage, and nearly ran over him. Ned said 
he’d quite forgotten that he was on crutches instead of wheels 
when the doctor went away, and so had no thought what a 
surprise he was giving until Dr. Grave stared at him as if he 
wouldn’t believe his own two eyes, and finally asked, “Is it pos- 
sible this is Ned Day?’’ Then Ned laughed and said, “You 
bet it is, and a whole Day, too.’* 

He has been ’round to see us today. It’s awful funny to see 
a doctor who’s said for such a long time that your folks couldn’t 
get well, come back from Europe and find what a story he’s told ; 
it’s funny, too, how he tries to ’splain it all so’s to leave God out, 
and get all his big medicine words in. Why, after he’d ’fessed 
to Aunt Joy that no doctor could have cured Ned’s leg, and 
Aunt Joy had asked if he didn’t think it was the Christ-healing, 
he got real excited and said: “Why, madam! I wouldn’t have 
you for one moment entertain the idea that I am in sympathy 
with this miracle-working fad that is sweeping over the country. 



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deluding the simple-minded and disgracing this age of science. 
I assure you this case of Ned’s is not such an unusual one after 
all. Our medical journals frequently record cases of this spon- 
taneous healing.” 

“And how do they account for it?” asked Aunt Joy. 

Dr. Grave told her it would be very difficult to ’splain their 
theory to one not familiar with medical terms. 

Then Aunt Joy told him she was familiar with Latin, and as 
she understood it, that was the mother language of medical sci- 
ence, and she would have him tell her all about it. 

Such a lot of big words! Ned whispered and told me: 
“He’s a Grave full of dead language.” (Dead language is 
what our teacher calls Latin.) 

When he was all through, Aunt Joy was so still, he asked 
her if she’d found it difficult to understand him. Then Aunt 
Joy looked at him, just like she does when she’s sorry for any- 
body, and said: “Yes, Dr. Grave, I must confess I do find it 
very difficult to understand why you doctors so very candidly 
admit, in Latin, nature’s curative intelligence and your own ig- 
norance of it, and yet are so strong in your condemnation of a 
science that deals understandingly with this force you call ‘the 
healing power of nature.’ Do you not believe, Dr. Grave, it 
was the understanding of this that enabled the Great Physician 
to do such speedy healing?” 

Dr. Grave said medical science did not presume to meddle 
with the practice of the Great Physician, whose mission it was to 
save a world from sin, and it would be well for Aunt Joy to 
remember that Jesus Christ’s healing was done through the direct 
power of God. 

Aunt Joy actually smiled, as she asked Dr. Grave what 



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other power there was but God’s. Then she came and stood 
between Ned and me and laid a hand on each head and said: 

“Dr. Grave, we believe that God is the only power, the only 
intelligence in all this universe. We believe in this ever-present 
All-Power and All- Wisdom just as Jesus Christ believed in it. 
We have found, just as Jesus found, that the kingdom of this 
power and intelligence is within our own hearts, and there we 
may learn, as Jesus learned, to know God aright, and his only 
begotten Son — our immortal selfhood.’’ 

Mamma and Grace came in from their ride just then. Dr. 
Grave couldn’t speak when Mamma said, “Welcome home, Dr. 
Grave;** and then, seeing how ’stonished he looked, she said, 
“I’ve grown quite independent, you see. We’re real glad to 
see you back doctor.*’ Then Aunt Joy said, “You see, Dr. 
Grave, we’ve had an epidemic of ‘spontaneous healing* while 
you’ve been away.*’ 

Just as Dr. Grave was telling mamma he was delighted to 
see her about, Papa came in. He sent us all off to play, ’cause 
Grace offered to go ’round with Dr. Grave and help him tell 
sick folks that “God’d cure ’em.’’ 

Ned asked me if I didn’t remember about Aunt Joy’s telling 
Papa once, there’d be a resurrection some day; he said he 
understood what it meant now. So do I; don’t you? 


CHAPTER XI 
A LIVING FAITH 


ED says it seems like some folks think God’s gone to 
seed an’ ’ll have to be planted over, ’cause Dr. 
Good and a lot of ’em say these are the last days and 
you have to be awful careful, for things are just 
a-goin* their own way, and God’s lettin’ ’em to see 
how far they’ll go; and when the very Elick [I for- 
got to ask Aunt Joy who he is] is deceived,” why then, God’s 
coming back to make a big bonfire out of the world, and after 
that it’s only folks who believe like Dr. Good says that’s goin* 
to have a chance. He told us all about it Sunday. 

He’s been over to “labor” with Aunt Joy ’bout it. He told 
her she must give up this s-e-d-u-c-t-i-v-e d-o-c-t-r-i-n-e a-n-d 
p-r-e-p-a-r-e t-o m-e-e-t h-e-r G-o-d, if she wanted to be saved. 
Aunt Joy told him she ’predated his kind motives, but ’cordin’ 
to her understanding of omnipresence we were compelled to 
meet God all the time, whether we chose to or not, and it seemed 
to her the only true and safe way was to accept the situation just 
as Jesus had — by realizing ourselves at-one with him. She said 
that since she has chosen this way, she’d found how like a loving, 
ever-ready-to-do Father was God, when before he’d seemed like 
some hard, overruling, mysterious power. She said this knowl- 
edge of God satisfied her, and if it were seductive, it was what 
Jesus Christ taught her. 

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“get left” (that’s what Ned called it) when the “Son of Man” 
came in the clouds blowin* his horn; but Aunt Joy told him the 
Son of God said: “Lo, I am with you always.” 

What do you think ! Dr. Good’s gone and called Papa be- 
fore the session, ’cause he lets Aunt Joy talk so before us chil- 
dren. Aunt Joy said she’s glad of it, ’cause it’ll show where 
Papa stands; but Papa said she’d gotten him into a pretty mess 
with her new fangled ’ligion. Mamma cried. 

Ned and Grace and I talked it all over, and we’re goin’ to 
ask God to just help Papa tell ’em the straight truth about it. 

Dr. May says it’s just the thing to bring Papa out of his old 
shell, ’cause if Papa begins to think about it for himself, he’s 
bound to see that a live God can’t be wrapped up and laid away 
like a mummy in the good he has done, and held in trust for the 
good he’s ’spected to do. A live God’s time is always now. 

It’s been a long time since Ned told Dr. May ’bout Tom 
Sams. Dr. May said he had a warm spot in his heart for “bad 
boys,” ’cause they had “stuff” in ’em. 

I remember Grace told him there wasn’t any bad boys and 
he said, “There must be a lot of very bad story-tellers, then.” 

Grace looked so ’proachfully at him, he said, that he took her 
up and tried to tease her, and asked how she was going to man- 
age to make her philosophy of “All-Good” cover such cases as 
this. “ ’Cause,” he said, “if you insist that there are no bad 
boys, don’t you see, you are insisting that there are bad story- 
tellers. The bad’s bound to be owned up to, somewhere.” 

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Ned winked at her and said, “Remember how it was with 
Tom Sams, Grace?” 

Then Grace clapped her hands and cried out, “ ’At’s it, Dr. 
May! ’At’s it, and ’are isn’t any bads to own up to.” Then 
Dr. May said he’d like to know what the “it” stood for that let 
out the “bads,” and Grace was ready with her answer. 

“You see, ’are aren’t any bads, ’cause ’are aren't any. The 
folkses what call Tom and ’em kind bad, is only like us ’fore we 
found out ’bout ’em bein’ good inside all ’e time. ’At’s it; boys 
is good and folkses is good, and ‘stories’ is only what they 
finked when they didn’t know sure.” 

Then Dr. May quit his teasing and his eyes looked like some 
tears didn’t quite come, and he kissed Grace and said : “That’s 
the true gospel, ‘Wee Wisdom.’ Ignorance is the father of 
condemnation; ignorance is a lie from the beginning, and the 
father of it. Go on, little preacher, preaching the gospel of love 
and good, and may all, from the least to the greatest, learn that 
Good is the only reality.” 

After that Dr. May wanted to know where Tom could be 
found, and Ned told him. Aunt Joy said after he was gone, that 
it was because church people misunderstood Dr. May that they 
didn’t see what a Christ-hearted man he was. 

Well, he hunted up Tom Sams that very day and hired him 
to take care of Beauty Bell (that’s his carriage horse), and Tom 
was so good and Beauty Bell liked him so, that it wasn’t long 
before the doctor declared “that anybody Beauty Bell loved 
and trusted like she did Tom was good enough to sit at his table 
and become one of his family, ’cause he had such perfect con- 
fidence in Beauty Bell’s good horse sense.” 

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come to the front like Tom Sams. Why! Papa couldn’t praise 
him enough, and said, “That boy’s bound to make his mark in 
the world.’’ And to think what Papa said once about him! 
But Aunt Joy says you mustn’t remember such things, ’cause 
we’re not to look back. She says the warning, “Remember Lot’s 
wife,’’ means you’re liable to get “salted down’’ if you keep 
looking back. Remembering things keeps you holding onto ’em, 
and if you don’t want to have what you had, quit looking back 
at it. 

Maybe that’s what’s the matter with Dr. Good; but I don’t 
believe he’ll keep Papa holding on to old things, ’cause I’m sure 
Papa is too glad to have it different. He doesn’t want sickness 
and things like that any more, I know, for I notice he likes to ask 
questions, and he doesn’t say to us any more, “Children can’t 
understand.*’ 

I heard Aunt Joy talking to Mamma. She said Papa had 
been a live thinker in every direction but religion, and that if 
he’d carried his arm ’round in a sling as long as he’d let his church 
do his ’ligious thinking for him, he wouldn’t be expected to have 
much use of it. She said that’s why people didn’t “do the 
works,** ’cause they used the church like a sling, to carry their 
faith ’round in. She said, “Faith without works is dead,*’ for a 
living God’s bound to work, and calls for living workers; and 
that faith carried ’round like a broken arm is not the kind God 
can make use of. She said you’re bound to use every bit of 
yourself — your whole mind, might and strength — when you work 
for God. She said she could see Papa was beginning to under- 
stand this and trying to swing his faith free, and that he would 
soon develop wonderful faith-muscle by practicing living Good. 


CHAPTER XII 
WEE WISDOM’S WAY 


VERYBODY calls Papa “Judge Day,” cause he’s 
a lawyer and has to tell which side beats in court. 
Jim Dix told Mike (Jim’s Elder Noble’s coachman) 
that he heard Elder Noble and Elder James and 
Elder Sharp talking about Papa, and they didn’t 
like it ’cause Dr. Good had called Papa before the 
session. He said Elder Sharp said he couldn’t see what a 
minister could be thinking about to pick a fuss with such a man 
as Judge Day, who paid so liberally to the church and was such 
a credit to it. He said it was a risky thing, too, to ’rouse such a 
man as he, just because his sister had some foolish notions about 
religion; he was very sure they’d better put a stop to Dr. Good’s 
proceedings, ’cause there was no telling what harm ’twould do 
the church. 

Then Elder James “stood up” for Dr. Good, and said such 
teachings as Aunt Joy’s wasn’t any “foolish notion,” ’twas the 
devil’s new dodge to catch souls, and a minister who’d sit still 
and let such wickedness be talked in an elder’s family wouldn’t 
be a shepherd of souls. He was sure Dr. Good was doing the 
right thing, and Papa ought to be brought to account for lettin’ 
such things go on in his family. 

Then Elder Noble asked him if he’d ever talked with Aunt 
Joy. He said he hadn’t. Dr. Good said ’twas a dangerous 
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everything, and any one not ’stablished in church doctrine was 
liable to be deceived, ’cause the devil himself could quote Scrip- 
ture to gain his point. 

Then Elder Noble backed himself square against the big 
oak tree in the yard, and folded his arms and told ’em “his mind 
about it,*’ Jim said, and when he got through there wasn’t any- 
thing left to do but to believe him. ’Cause he began at the be- 
ginning and told all about Aunt Joy and us (you know ’bout us) , 
and ’bout Janie Smith’s mother’s telling his wife how she got 
well* cause Aunt Joy and us children prayed for her, and how 
happy she was now ’cause she knew Christ was always with her 
and there wasn’t any good thing he wouldn’t do for her. She 
told ’em a lot of things to set ’em thinking. And then he’d talked 
to Tom Sams and Dr. May, and he said it seemed little less than 
a miracle to see all those things going on right here in our midst, 
the work of one gentle woman and three little children. He said 
his eyes began to be opened to see that these were the “signs to 
follow” the Christ faith. Believin’ in Jesus as a matter of’history 
never’d do any of his works, and when he heard little Grace say, 
“Christ’s ’live if you’ll live *im,” he realized the difference be- 
tween “faith” and “form.” 

It’s awful funny how it all came out after that. Papa didn’t 
have to go before the session ; I don’t know why, only Dr. Good 
got sick and *s gone away for his health, and folks act real dif- 
ferent — toward us. 

Why ! Elder Noble wants Aunt Joy to have a Bible class in 
Sunday school and teach ’em how to get into the inside of it ! 

Aunt Joy told us how to do that; she says we’re all Bibles 
and you’ll find it all inside you, from Genesis to Revelation. 

You can’t see how it is at first, but when you begin to see, it’s 


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real easy. We’re way over into Exodus; we’ve got away from 
the “Egyptians” and across the “Red Sea.” 

“Egyptians” is what we call Ned’s lameness and Mamma’s 
sickness, and all the beliefs we’ve gotten away from. 

There’s such a lot of new things you think, when you get 
your Egyptians all drowned in the Red Sea. 

But I was going to tell, Papa and Mamma couldn’t under- 
stand, when everything looked so tangled up and the church 
seemed ’gainst us, how it could all smooth out so quickly and 
everything come out just like the stories have it when they wind 
up and leave everybody always happy for the rest of their lives. 

Aunt Joy says she doesn’t believe in persecution, ’cause 
everybody wants Good just as much as we do and wouldn’t 
hinder it a bit more, if they only knew. She says when you 
realize this, you quit condemning others (she says condemn and 
damn mean the same) , and then they quit condemning you, and 
you love them and they love you, and then it’s all smooth. 

She says it’s just opinions that make the sharp corners you 
run against; ’cause opinion’s all that hurts and gets hurt. She 
says Wisdom shows you that Love and Good’s like a circle and 
doesn’t have corners, doesn’t commence, and doesn’t leave off; 
just goes round and round forever; and when you see how it is, 
you’ll always have a smooth way. ’Cause that’s Wisdom’s way, 
and “her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are 
peace.” Then Papa said, “Because you have to become as a 
little child to find this way, it ought to be called 
‘Wee Wisdom’s Way.’ ” 


CHAPTER XIII 
TRIXIE’S MISSION 


’M AT Uncle Ben’s now. I don’t know how long 
I’ll stay. Things seem different when you’re away 
from home, and you don’t know what to do first. I 
didn’t. Aunt Susan’s got a baby, and it cries and 
cries. She says it’s ’cause it’s teething, but I don’t 
believe it. God don’t make teeth with stickers in ’em. 
Aunt Susan worries and keeps talking about babies dying with 
teeth in hot weather, and I know that’s what’s the matter. 
Cousin Frank says she’s always fussing at him and saying 
“d-o-n-’-t” all the time. I feel like you do with slivers in your 
fingers — can’t even touch the cat without she sticks me. 

I’m real happy this morning, ’cause last night when I went 
up to the pretty, white room Aunt Susan fixed for me, I said 
over and over my truth words : 

“God is mp Father , and I am his child. 

“/ am his image and likeness. 

“/ shall have no evil thought , because I am like mp Father , 
who is All-Good. 

“/ shall have no unkind thought , because I am like mp 
Father , who is Love. 

“/ shall have no thought of sin , sickness or death , because / 
am like mp Father , who is Life. 




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‘7 am well, strong, happy and wise, because my Father is all 
Life, all Love, all Strength and all Wisdom. 

‘7 have the mind that was in Christ Jesus: because Christ 
Jesus was my Father's obedient Son and I am my Father s obe- 
dient child." 

I sat a little while alone all still and quiet, and ’membered 
how Aunt Joy had first given us these words, and when I looked 
’round, the room seemed so soft and white and lovely; all the 
slivers were gone and I knew Aunt Susan’s heart really was all 
soft and white inside, just like this little room, with everything to 
make a body happy, all in beautiful order, there. Then I 
thought how she had done all this for me when she had so much 
else to think of. I just loved Aunt Susan, and couldn’t wait till 
morning to tell her so, though I was in my gown ; so I slipped into 
her room and put my arms about her neck, and she didn’t say I 
was “mussing” her hair or “don’t.” She just let me love and 
thank her. 

Then I ’membered Aunt Joy had said it was a good time to 
sow seeds that would come right up, when you’re so full of love. 
So I coaxed Aunt Susan to let me take Baby Charley while she 
went out on the porch to see the moonlight. She looked so 
s’prised, ’cause I hadn’t touched him before, or even thought how 
I could help her. She gave him to me and said it was real kind 
of me. I don’t know much about babies. He wriggled so I 
was ’fraid he’d come to pieces. I guess he was s’prised, too, 
’cause he quit crying. Then it came to me to sing a little peace 
song. So I sang as soft and low as ever I could : 

Peace, baby, peace, 

Peace, baby, peace, 

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No harm or fear 
Comes to baby, dear. 

For God, the Good, is here; 

Peace, baby, peace. 

I sang it over and over till baby got so still I forgot about 
him and everything else, and it seemed as if the whole world had 
turned soft and white. And then I woke up in my little white 
room, and it was morning. I ’spect I went to sleep singing to 
baby, but I don’t quite understand how I got here and how it’s 
morning. Somebody’s put a lot of roses in here with dew on ’em, 
and it’s all so sweet. I feel like I was little Aunt Joy, and that 
means I must sow joy-seeds all day. 

Nancy, the housemaid, came in to help me get ready for 
breakfast, and she said it was so nice to have a little girl in the 
house, she hoped I’d stay a long time. When I went downstairs, 
Uncle Ben caught me up and said he’d like to know if I were 
girl or witch. Uncle Ben’s always saying such funny things; 
you don’t know whether he’s making fun of you or not. He said 
I had done enough the night before to hang or burn me if I’d 
been in Salem when everybody was believing in witchcraft. I 
looked at Aunt Susan, and she shook her head at Uncle Ben and 
said, “Don’t be so rough with the child; she isn’t used to it, and 
doesn’t understand you.” 

Then Uncle Ben put me beside him at the table, and asked 
me if I didn’t miss something. I looked around ; Aunt Susan was 
pouring out the coffee; Cousin Frank was at the table. What 
did I miss? Then Uncle Ben laughed and said, “I don’t know 
what you may be called upon to answer for yet, Trixie. Baby 
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exercise by this time, and our accustomed ears are idle and 
empty.” Then I knew what he meant. 

I thought Aunt Susan looked brighter and happier, but that 
might be because I know her now. 

Uncle Ben said we were to have a morning ride. Cousin 
Frank took me out among the roses, first. 

“Oh! Oh!” I said right out loud. “How could we ever 
believe God put anything but joy and goodness in folks, when he 
fills the roses so full of beauty and fragrance?” 

Frank said, “Say, Trixie, do you think God makes folks 
good and happy?” 

“Of course; don’t you, Frank?” 

“Not much; if God’d make people happy, why wouldn’t 
Mamma be happy ? She believes in Him. Papa don’t, and he’s 
always jolly. It doesn’t make me happy to hear ’bout God. It 
makes me wish I was big enough to lick ’im, for Mamma says 
he’s always watching, and I hate eavesdroppers.” 

I asked Frank if he hated the air and the sunshine, and if he 
thought because they were always ’round, that they were eaves- 
droppers. He didn’t understand, and so I asked him if the roses, 
or us, either, could get along without air and sunshine. Then I 
told him God is more to us than air and sunshine, for he is our life. 

I think Frank got some new ideas about God. 

Uncle Ben has the loveliest horses, and how they did skim 
over the long, wavy roads ! Aunt Susan looked happy, and she 
said if it wasn’t for thinking of baby’s teething she believed she’d 
enjoy the ride. Uncle Ben said to her, “For the love of human- 
ity, Sue, do forget teething babies and be happy while you can.” 

Then I asked Uncle Ben if he didn’t think we ought always 
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Trixie?” I thought of Dr. Good, and said “No.” Then Uncle 
Ben drew down his face and said solemnly, “You’ll be happy 
here then, but you won’t go to heaven when you die.” I told 
him I didn’t have to go to heaven, for heaven is in me. 

“What kind of talk is this? Are you then a young heretic? 
Better not talk that way before your Aunt Susan. She’s pious 
and believes it’s wicked to be happy till you go to heaven. But 
if heaven’s inside of you, where do you locate the other place?” 

“I don’t believe in the ‘other place,’ ” I said. Then Uncle 
Ben laughed right out and said, “That settles it. Sue.” 

I wish Uncle Ben wouldn’t say some things he does. Aunt 
Susan says he’s profane. 

Uncle Ben knows about everything. Folks call him a great 
naturalist. Aunt Susan says he knows about everything but God 
and his soul. 

When Uncle Ben was out with Frank and me, talking about 
the wonderful things of nature, I asked if he really believed in 
nature. He said, “Of course.” Then I asked him, “Why do 
you believe in nature?” 

He said, “Because it is all there is to believe in.” 

“Uncle Ben,” I asked, “don’t you believe everybody must 
have a father as well as a mother?” 

“That’s quite the fashion,” he said. 

“Well, Grace calls nature Mother-God. Don’t you think 
there ought to be a father?” 

Uncle Ben said, “Well, Trixie, trot out a Father-God that’s 
as useful and tangible, and I’ll own him.” 

“Do you believe in Mind, Uncle Ben?” 

“To be sure.” 


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“Aunt Joy says Mind is the Father of all.” 

“That beats the Jews, Trixie, but Mind is in the head.” 

“Yes, and everywhere else. Don’t you think the trees and 
flowers grow as if they know how?” 

“But where are their brains?” 

How I wished for Aunt Joy and Ned and Grace to help me 
out. But I know God is Mind, and so I did the best I could. I 
told him brains weren’t Mind, and that Mind is Life and Spirit, 
and that brains without Life and Spirit aren’t any account. 

I said a lot to him, and I ’spect he thinks I’m an ignorant 
little girl ’cause I don’t understand all those big nature-things he 
talks about. 

But Cousin Frank told me his papa said I had ideas. Well, 
I ’spect I have, and I’m going to keep ’em. I wouldn’t swap ’em 
off for all that nature stuff of his. But it does seem funny he 
can’t see that nature is just the outside of God. 


CHAPTER XIV 
TWO LETTERS 


RIXIE had been gone two weeks, and the time for her 
home-coming was near at hand. Aunt Joy and the 
Day family were out under the “big oak,” planning 
the decorations which were to make brilliant the lawn 
and porches and greet the eyes of Trixie upon the 
evening of her arrival. Ned suggested the addition 
of sky-rockets, and Grace a brass band, and all had laughed 
merrily over the Fourth-of-July occasion the children wanted to 
make of Trixie’s return. All were glad in the thought of having 
Trixie with them so soon, for, to tell the facts in the case, the 
absence of that spontaneous little soul made a big gap in the 
doings of this interesting family. So this is how it was with 
them when the two letters came. 

The first was Trixie’s, and said: 

Dear Aunt /op. Mamma and All of You : — 

It’s only a little bit of a while till we will be having our good 
times together again. Why, I can just shut my eyes and be with 
you now! 

Isn’t it funny how you can be in two places at once? I open 
my eyes, and here I am in my little, white room at Uncle Ben’s, 
with Cousin Frank whistling outdoors, and Aunt Sue (I call her 
Aunt Sue now, ’cause she don’t seem to need a long, stiff name 
like Susan) singing to Baby Charley. And what do you think! 
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baby and I went to sleep. Isn’t it nice for her to sing it? I shut 
my eyes again, and it seems as it did when I was right there, 
singing it with the world turned all soft and white and still. It’s 
just like Aunt Joy says, “You’re where your thoughts are.’* 
The trick of it is to hold on to ’em, and not let ’em blow you 
’round like a whirlwind. I believe I’ve thought of a thousand 
things since I sat down to write; but Cousin Frank’s calling me, 
and I’ll finish when I come back. 

Uncle Ben calls me his “foreign missionary;’* and says if I 
go home now I will leave him just half “missionaried,** and my 
foreign mission in bad shape. But he took me into his arms just 
now and told me if I was not too homesick a little girl, I would 
make him very happy if I’d stay two weeks longer, and he’d 
promise to go home with me then and get acquainted with Aunt 
Joy. He said he’d write to Mamma and make it all right, if 
I’d stay. I came up into my little, white room to think about it. 
I want to do what is right; but oh! two weeks more seem awful 
long. 

Aunt Joy, I’ve been saying, over and over, “God is my 
Father and I am his child,’* and I have held my mind so still, 
now I see just how it is. If a thousand years isn’t more than a 
day in God’s sight, two weeks oughtn’t to be more than a speck 
to God’s child. I’m going to tell Uncle Ben I’ll stay and help 
’em all I can. 

You see, baby’s got a tooth and Aunt Sue talks a lot dif- 
ferent, and Cousin Frank wishes he had a sister like me for al- 
ways. Nancy and all the help say I don’t make a bit of trouble. 
So I’ve got lots to be thankful for. And, oh, to think! What 


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if you hadn’t ever come to us, Aunt Joy, and helped to find out 
about it all and everything; what would we have done? 

It makes me so glad to think about all that’s come to us of 
good ! I feel as if my heart would burst wide open like the roses, 
and fill all the air around me with something to make people 
glad and well. 

Now, remember in the silent hour that your Trixie is very, 
very wise, and very, very happy, and very, very able to show 
everybody else how to be so. 

Now, please don’t care a bit because I’m going to stay just 
that little-bit-of-a-speck-of-a-two-weeks longer, ’cause a thou- 
sand years is as a day, you know, to God. 

With love and love and love, I am ever your 

Trixie. 

The other letter was for Trixie’s mother and read: 

Dear Sister Ceil : — 

We want to borrow your little girl for a fortnight longer. 
We’ve made the discovery that little girls are a great institution 
in a family ; like the old man’s liniment, they are 

“Good in sickness and good in wellness. 

Good in prosperity and good in adversity; 

Warranted good for everything 
From a broken heart to a busted shin.” 

I’m sure the old vender’s estimate of his “magic oil” would 
scarcely exaggerate Trixie’s versatility in filling the needs of this 
family. And the surprising thing of it all is, she seems perfectly 
unconscious of having done anything at all remarkable. 

The very first night of her stay she upset the “old wives* 
fable’* about teething babies, and gave Sue and me something to 
cut our wisdom teeth on, by taking charge of the youngster her- 


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self and putting him so soundly to sleep he never waked till late 
the next morning. Whatever the spell she put upon him was I 
can’t find out, but the tooth-getting with him has been a very 
comfortable affair since. Frank says “she’s a painless dentist.*’ 

I have tried my best to get at what it is in this child that 
compels the very best side in everybody and everything to show 
up. 

She says Aunt Joy doesn’t believe in any other side, and 
that you’re all convinced she’s right, ’cause a bad boy with a bad 
side turned out proved to be a good boy turned wrong side out, 
or something like that, and Ned turned him right side again with 
a kind word. You see. Ceil, my happy-go-lucky philosophy 
which has always so horrified you and Sue, fits in here very 
beautifully. I took my opportunity to talk it to Trixie. She 
listened with pleased attention and said, “It’s awful nice of you. 
Uncle Ben, to believe in being happy always and making folks 
glad.’’ 

But my conclusion was quite different, evidently, from what 
she expected, and when I stated, “We give up life as a flower 
does its bloom, and that ends it all for us, Trixie,*’ the child 
looked at me in such astonishment I felt ashamed of uttering such 
sentiments to her. She was so still I knew something was coming 
of it. At last she said, “Uncle Ben, that wasn’t bad for you to 
say after all. I ’most thought it was at first : then I thought about 
it, and you know the plant doesn’t die when it drops a bloom ; it 
lives right on and blossoms some more. Doesn’t it?*’ 

I admitted such was the case. 

“Now, Uncle Ben, you like to live and be happy, and make 
everybody happy, and that’s your blossoms, and when one drops 
off some more come. But there’s something in you, Uncle Ben, 


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that wants to blossom bigger and better; it doesn’t want to stop 
blossoming, either. Isn’t that so?” 

Again I admitted it was so, wondering what she was driving 
at. 

‘‘What is it in you, Uncle Ben, that wants to keep on doing 
more and more forever and ever?” 

‘‘O, Trixie!” I answered, ‘‘how do I know that there is 
anything in me that wants to go on doing forever — forever is a 
long time!” 

‘‘But, Uncle Ben, you keep on wanting to live on and on 
every day, don’t you?” 

Oh, the child! She fishes into my very depths with her 
question hooks, and yanks out the secrets of my soul. She ended 
by telling me about Aunt Joy’s lesson of the balsam seed, and 
Grace’s idea about the ‘‘little know” in it, and about Ned’s won- 
derful healing. It goes beyond my comprehension, but Trixie 
speaks of it as the most natural thing in the world. 

This Aunt Joy must be some fairy godmother dropped down 
among you, disguised in modern raiment, and I think she must 
have indued our Trixie with her magic. But seriously, this must 
be a delightful hallucination of “Aunt Joy’s.” No wonder 
you’re all so willing to be inoculated with it, since it hides from 
you stern reality and makes life a gala-day time without end. 
Why, it beats hasheesh and the old orthodox heaven all to pieces ! 
But don’t you think, Ceil, a fellow’s imagination’s liable to give 
out with such a constant strain upon it? And then what? 

But I’ve promised Trixie I’d go and sit at the feet of ‘‘Aunt 
Joy” for a season and let her try it on me. I had to do some- 
thing to induce her to lengthen her visit and that seemed the 
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By the way, Trixie caught me pretty slick upon one point. 
You know I am always freely admitting Nature as the Universal 
Mother of all that is. Well, Trixie’s improved such an oppor- 
tunity to push me to the wall in an admission that fathers are 
quite as much a factor of life as mothers are, and then demanded 
of me the necessity of admitting the existence of a Universal 
Father. I was quite entertained with her logic. She has no 
idea of leaving the world fatherless or nature a widow. She 
gave me to understand I was a “back number’’ in the affairs of 
the Universal if I did not know that Mind was the Father of all, 
and Mind was God ; for “Aunt Joy’’ said so, and that settles it. 

I’ve caught on to a little idea that appeals to me. The pos- 
sibilities of the race are held back and cramped and dwarfed by 
the fears and superstitions held over it of that terrible and re- 
vengeful God of Scripture. Now, it seems to me, if those who 
must have a God could only know about “Aunt Joy’s,*’ what a 
jump the race would make. 

Now, don’t you think I’m getting quite a missionary spirit 
wrought up in me? 

Trixie says I do better than I say, and that’s why she knows 
that I know more than I think I know about the wonderful good 
of “Aunt Joy’s*’ everywhere-present God. 

Well, anyway, I want this ardent follower of His to be an 
everywhere presence in our home for a fortnight longer. You 
cannot say me nay? 

With kind regards for all the Days and “Aunt Joy,’’ I am 
still your old time, good time 


Brother Ben. 


CHAPTER XV 
THE ACCIDENT 


OMETIMES when you’re away from home a long 
time, a big lump comes up in your throat and you 
forget for a little while the Really So and think 
you’re homesick. I did, ’cause a lot of things hap- 
pened, or seemed to happen, and I wasn’t a bit 
happy, and that’s why the lump got into my throat. 
I don’t know how it started, but it felt like a big, black cloud 
swallowing up the good and bright in everything and everybody 
and me, too. 

I told Cousin Frank I wished I were home, and he said he 
wished so too, and then I cried and he got mad and tore up the 
letter we’d been writing to Ned and scattered it all over the 
carpet. Aunt Susan came in and called him “a bad boy,” and 
said “he worried her to death,” and locked him up in the library. 

So I came up to my room. Isn’t it funny — just as soon as I 
stepped into my little, white room and shut the door there wasn’t 
any more clouds. It was like the walls and everything in it were 
saying to me: 

Pure and white; 

Good is bright; 

Love is light: 

Welcome, welcome to the light. 

To the good and to the bright, 

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Then I knelt right down by my little bed and said: “Dear 
Lord, I'm so glad it wasn't Cousin Frank nor me nor anybody 
but shadows that acted so downstairs.” 

I sat in the little white rocker, and kept so still that what 
Aunt Joy said about darkness and light all came back to me. 
She said nothing but light could put out darkness, and where the 
light kept shining darkness could never come. She said the 
Christ-light is in us, and our true thoughts and words are the rays 
that go out from us and put out the darkness and shadows made 
by wrong thoughts and words. 

Now I see why I got lost in the dark downstairs today, for 
when Baby Charley cried and everybody called him “cross,” my 
thought didn't shine out and see that he was good and sweet and 
not cross at all. And when Aunt Susan got fretted and Cousin 
Frank got mad, I didn’t remember that wasn't the true of them. 
And just to think of it ! I even believed I could be unhappy and 
homesick. That was such an ugly shadow. If I had only shone 
out with the thought of love and harmony, everything would have 
come all right. 

I see, too, it is because I always hold just good, true thoughts 
in my little, white room, that the shadows couldn't follow me 
into it. 

I’m so glad ; it seems as if it will always be easy to shine after 
this. I never, never want to forget again. 

You don’t always know what's coming next. So it's best to 
feel very certain that God is always on hand everywhere and 
always. I can’t get it all straightened out yet, it was so sudden 
and looked so dreadful; but I did keep my true thought shining 
and everybody got over the scare. It was right while I was so 
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Cousin Frank put his head in at the door and said, “O, Trixie! 
something dreadful’s happened to Papa, and they’re bringing 
him in like he’s dead!” I had to think awful hard not to let my 
light go out, it was so sudden; but I said, “No, he’s not dead; 
God is life.” I told Frank if we’d think about life and keep 
saying, “Life, life, life,” we’d bring him out all right. 

Well, after I thought a while, I went downstairs. Every- 
body was so scared and running everywhere, waiting for the 
doctor to come. They all said, “He’s dead,” but I wouldn’t 
believe it. I slipped into the room where they’d put him. Dear 
Uncle Ben! He did look so white and still, but it didn’t scare 
me any, for I “know.” So I got as close to him as ever I could 
and whispered, “Uncle Ben, Uncle Ben, you’re all right. God 
is your life, Uncle Ben, and you’re all right.” Then I said, 
“Life, life, life,” as fast as I could, and it seemed as if Uncle Ben 
was coming back and back and back from somewhere ’way off, 
and he was saying “life,” too. 

After a while somebody touched me and said, “Little girl, 
wake up and go into the other room.” 

It was the doctor ; he thought I was asleep. I told him I was 
just thinking hard. He asked me what I was thinking about and 
if I couldn’t think somewhere else just as well. Then I told him 
that I was helping Uncle Ben know he was alive and all right, 
and if he’d just let me alone awhile I’d show him. 

He said it was no place for little girls, and he couldn’t go 
on with his examination while I was there. I asked him to please 
let me stay there just a little while longer, for Uncle Ben needed 
me so, and I wouldn’t look or anything if he’d let me stay. Then 
I put my face down on Uncle Ben’s and kissed him and told him 
he was so full of life he couldn’t keep still any longer. 


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I told the doctor — if I were a little girl and he a big doctor 
— I believed in God more than I did in him, ’cause God was life, 
and God’s life was in Uncle Ben and couldn’t be put out, and 
that’s what I wanted to think about. 

I kissed Uncle Ben again and whispered to him that he was 
all right, and then he shivered all over and opened his eyes and 
looked at me. 

Then the doctor took hold of his wrist and said, “He is re- 
gaining consciousness,’’ so I went and told Aunt Sue. 

Uncle Ben’s able to talk now, and I stay with him a lot, for 
he says he likes to have me. The doctor says Uncle Ben’s all 
right now. Why couldn’t he said so all the time? 

Uncle Ben says there’s something about it all he can’t under- 
stand, for when he was thrown from his buggy he seemed to be 
thrown clear away from everything into the dark, where he just 
drifted and drifted away out and out like he was on a big, black 
sea and couldn’t feel anything or care for anything. All at once 
he heard me calling him, and something like a rope of light came 
out and out to him across the darkness. When it came near 
enough he caught hold of it, and then it pulled in and in till it 
seemed to pull him back into himself, and he felt me kiss his face 
and heard me say, “You’re all right, Uncle Ben.’* 

What was it all? where was he? and what brought him 
back ? are questions that the doctor can’t answer to satisfy him. 

He asked me today if I thought that big, black sea was death. 
Then I thought about the light and darkness, and told him what 
Aunt Joy had said; and because everybody was thinking dark- 
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words like a rope of light coming to him in the darkness and 
bringing him back where he could think for himself. 

He said, “Trixie, you’re a strange little girl, but I believe I 
begin to understand you. That was a hard knock, but anyhow 
it’s knocked something new into my head.” 

Then I was so glad, for I knew Uncle Ben was beginning to 
know. 


CHAPTER XVI 
A TELEGRAM AND A TRIUMPH 


-IE DAY family was at breakfast when Grace 
slipped into her chair beside her papa. There was 
something unusual going on in her little mind, for a 
puzzled look was on her face and a queer little quiver 
about her tightly closed lips. At once family atten- 
tion turned her way, and Papa Day asked anxiously, 
“What is it, darling?” 

“Oh,” answered Grace, in almost a whisper, “I don’t know! 
I dreamed it or somefin’, but can’t get it fixed up to tell. It’s ’bout 
Trixie. I know she wants us so — ” here her voice broke into 
sobs. “O, Aunt Joy! do somefin’ quick! do somefin’ quick, 
ever’body !” 

At this juncture a telegram was handed to Mrs. Day, which 
read: 


Your brother. Professor Wilmot, has met with an accident 
which necessitates a serious operation. Mrs. Wilmot needs your 
immediate presence. (Signed) A. B. Smythe, M. D. 



While the Day family was regaining its poise after this sud- 
den announcement, a maid entered with a second message, which 
said: 


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They re going to cut Uncle Ben’s head open. Do something 
quick. Aunt Joy. (Signed) Trixie. 


Then Grace sprang to her feet, every bit of uncertainty gone, 
and her voice was clear and strong. 

“ ’At’s what it was, but ’ey can’t do it, ’ey can’t do it. God 
says ’ey can’t do it, and he knows.” 

“No, they cannot do it,” was the quick response from the 
rest of the Days, while Aunt Joy, with closed eyes, silently 
answered Trixie’s call for help. 

This is why the late train out of Meldron carried with it 
Mamma Day and Aunt Joy, and why the early train into 
Darmouth Station landed two passengers near Uncle Ben’s 
suburban home. 

Was ever a little girl so happy as Trixie! Uncle Ben smiled 
and was glad. Aunt Susan was comforted, and the whole 
household came out from under its cloud as soon as Aunt Joy 
crossed the threshold. The surgical necessity was postponed, 
and before a week had passed Uncle Ben joined the party re- 
turning to Meldron, and that’s how Trixie’s “Foreign Mission” 
ended. 

But we will let Trixie tell about it in her own unique way. 

ANOTHER LEAF FROM TRIXIE’S JOURNAL 

My! but you’re glad to get home after you’ve been gone 
such a long time. It’s just like heaven, and I don’t believe God 
could make any better angels than Grace and Ned and Aunt 
Joy and Papa and Mamma. Anyway, I couldn’t like ’em any 
better. I’m awful glad though, they haven’t wings; wings are so 


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useless ’bout the house, and I don’t see how you’d sit down or go 
to bed in ’em. Aunt Joy says our thoughts are what we fly 
with, and its only birds and things that need wings. 

Well, whoever would believe so much could happen — no, 
things don’t happen — I mean, could hurry up and come to pass 
so fast, since I wrote down ’bout Uncle Ben’s accident! 

It was all because Uncle Ben would ask questions the doc- 
tors couldn’t answer, ’bout the “big, black sea,’* and ’cause the 
big bug names and things went out of his head, that they wanted 
to cut it open. 

Aunt Susan cried all the time, for the doctors scared her so, 
and everybody went round like a funeral. 

Oh, but it’s awful hard for a little girl to keep seeing Good 
all the time when everything’s that way. I guess God under- 
stood it, too, for I felt something warm and snuggy ’bout me that 
kept me from being afraid and forgetting. 

I told Cousin Frank we must get word to Mamma and Aunt 
Joy, quick. He said he knew a place where they sent messages 
quick as lightning. So we slipped out and hunted it up. They 
called it a telegraph office, and we had to pay for every word. 

The man looked awful funny when I said I wanted him to 
hurry up and tell my Mamma and Aunt Joy, “They’s going to 
cut Uncle Ben’s head open,’’ but he wrote it down and clicked 
it off on a little machine, and said a man at Meldron would take 
it to them right away. 

Dear Uncle Ben! he wanted me with him all the time; he 
said the light went out when I was gone. I told him God was 
his Light and no one could take it away from him. Then he 
would look at me and say, “But the big, black sea you pulled me 
out of; don’t let them throw me in again.” 


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I promised I wouldn’t, and so stayed by him all the night 
long. Everybody said I must go to bed, but Uncle Ben wanted 
me, and I knew Mamma and Aunt Joy were on the way and 
would be here in the morning, and I must hold on as hard as ever 
I could till then. 

The doctors and nurses couldn’t help themselves. Uncle 
Ben clung to me and I to him. They said I was a queer little 
girl, but I didn’t care. God made me strong and I wasn’t afraid 
of anybody. I couldn’t always tell whether I was asleep or 
awake, but it seemed just like Aunt Joy was there and stood 
between Uncle Ben and the doctors, like the picture of the angel 
with the flaming sword. 

It’s funny how you feel things so different when you know 
God’s right with you all the time. 

I whispered to Uncle Ben every once in a while, “You are 
all right, Uncle Ben. God’s here, and Aunt Joy will be pretty 
soon.” Then he’d press my hand and say, “All right, all right,” 
and I knew he understood. 

But, oh, when the daylight came and Aunt Joy and Mamma 
were here! How one little girl’s heart held all the joy and 
thankfulness, I can never tell! 

I don’t know what Aunt Joy and Mamma said to the doctors, 
but they didn’t talk any more about cutting Uncle Ben’s head 
open, and he’s all right. 

And now Uncle Ben’s here, and is awfully nice and jolly, 
and says that wasn’t an accident at all, ’cause his head was so 
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